The plane lands and the view from the window is total darkness, but we know we have arrived safely by the comforting sound of the rain just on the other side. As we awoke Wednesday morning. Rain. Went into town. Rain. Had dinner together. Rain. Went to bed. Rain. Woke up Thursday. Rain… You get the idea, there is a lot of rain. It rains day in and day out. It rains. All the time. Matter of fact it is five in the morning and I am the only one up. Sitting in my dark room surrounded by my sleeping team, the one sound I hear is the subtle fall of the rain outside. How soothing it sounds as it drizzles down, the soft pitter patter of the drops dripping from the side of the house onto the over-hydrated ground below. Its picking up now, the gentle fall taking a turn toward a downpour, consuming my new world in a darkness I have never seen. Drawn in by the beauty of the rain I am now experiencing it first hand from the glorious view of our balcony. I can’t help but think how safe i feel, as if the rain is protecting me and wrapping my within it, consuming me in it’s every drop. Yet how could something so amazing cause so much pain. The rain I love more than a warm sunny day, is what 1.3 billion people dread constantly for 6 months of a year. It is this awe striking rain that leavings the untouchables desperate for shelter, animals injured, people ill, children starving, families broke and a country turned upside down. Before now rain seemed as harmless as a church mouse, but now through these few days here of traveling to a new place almost daily, I have learned so much of the power of the rain. Soaking us to the bone as we drag all our belongings down the street to our newest address for the night. What was once a form of comfort to me has now stepped into a new light. A beautiful darkness pulling me in. My love for the rain has not changed, I have, however, grown a new respect for it as we pray each day God will give us strength to make it through the monsoon…
