It begins with a sudden drop in temperature. Oh the relief as the prickly heat and unsightly bumps begin to abate. The harmattan picks up with a howl, testing the builders’ skills, banging doors and creaking joists. Then the light show. Dry lightning, illuminates the skies in a myriad of colours from white through yellow and pink to a subtle mauve, making night disappear like an enhanced daylight photograph. Next the crashing thunder, crackling irregular drum rolls resonate through the sky, assaulting our senses. Finally the rain crashes on the corrugated roof like a waterfall from heaven.
Equidistant, deep divots form beneath the metal undulations as though the gardener is getting ready for bulb planting. Rivulets become streams as the onslaught continues. The hot earth, baked dry by month upon month of sun, releases its warmth as it absorbs the moisture until it can absorb no more. Puddles form, children dance, animals are washed and the world looses its yellowing, aging dust to reveal a beautiful assortment of freshly painted greens. Shoots appear where no self-respecting plant could be expected to set down a root and the landscape changes over night.
Equidistant, deep divots form beneath the metal undulations as though the gardener is getting ready for bulb planting. Rivulets become streams as the onslaught continues. The hot earth, baked dry by month upon month of sun, releases its warmth as it absorbs the moisture until it can absorb no more. Puddles form, children dance, animals are washed and the world looses its yellowing, aging dust to reveal a beautiful assortment of freshly painted greens. Shoots appear where no self-respecting plant could be expected to set down a root and the landscape changes over night.
It’s a magical time to be in The Gambia