Dancin’ in the rain
I arrived in The Gambia during “rainy season,” but after three weeks, I learned that dark cloudy skies were nothing more than a tease. With each passing day of the drought, the heat and humidity pressed down more unforgivably than the last. Some volunteers even urged their community members to teach them a traditional rain dance to no avail.
Finally, on a day all the volunteers met up for training, a pitter-patter sounded on the tin roof above. Within a few minutes, our presenter became inaudible so we dashed out of class and into the downpour to celebrate with a rain dance of our own!