May 26, 2013
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Rain
It just started raining. I love the sudden, harsh sound against the building, like a million fans blowing. I love the smell of fresh, of clean, of new. And I pause just to enjoy. I hope the rain made its way to the Sertao, where they are still having drought, and I saw and smelled dead cows that feel over in the fields because there just wasn’t any food or water for them. Then I think of my friends who live in mud and dirt houses, and how their bright smiles might be tense, wondering if their house will stand or leak, as they watch the water seep in different areas. Or my friends who live in the dump, wondering if they will be able to go to school because of the huge mud-puddle road.
