We used to smile wryly whenever weather commentators uttered these words but we never really gave much thought to what the words actually meant.
Now that we are here in Kenya and experiencing our first full-on rainy season, the words have taken on a new significance.
The weather is definitely a frequent topic of conversation here, just the same as back in the UK. We have been astonished and delighted by our friends and colleagues here as they examine the sky for cloud and bird activity, sniff the air, monitor animal behaviour and pronounce:
“It will rain at 3 o’clock this afternoon.” “This rain (on one horizon) is for us but that rain (on the other horizon) is for Kapsabet. “
However, there have also been other far more worrying observations.
This week’s CBR field trip took us deep into the interior, to the edge of the Kerio valley. The fields have been ploughed and sown and should have been receiving gentle early rains. Instead we have had spectacular but destructive storms almost every day.
The wrong kind of rain….climate change is once again making its ominous presence felt.
The fields are awash, the year’s harvest is already hanging in the balance with all its ghastly implications.
Life is very difficult for the poor under these circumstances. As we sat with the families in their traditional houses, with their farms like quagmires the reality of life for a disabled child without a wheelchair was all too obvious.
Our return journey was in driving rain. The road had become a river and we were carried along on the mud and water. Revd. Evelyn displayed the skills of a rally driver with gear changes and steering ability to rival an episode of Top Gear!
Grateful for a car with four wheel drive, we eventually returned safely to CBR.
It is still raining and it is still the wrong kind of rain.