I watched a lizard scamper across my wall in a pale shaft of moonlight. Just a week ago, if I had seen that in my own house I would have freaked out. Now I just observe it with calm and perhaps a bit of amazement and wonder at all the unique creatures in this world. I drifted off to sleep, waking occasionally to the sound of heavy tropical rain falling on the roof.
Dawn greeted me with the glimmer of sunlight and a chorus of birds singing, chirping, and calling from the forest outside. I felt like I was listening to one of those relaxing nature cds, except this time it was real.
The past few days have been marked in my memory with the sound and feel of rain. This is different rain from the Northwest. I’m not sure how to describe it either. I feel a sense of awe when I listen to it. The large warm droplets falling on my skin is just another part of the Filipino island experience. Here, when it rains, it pours. In our training sessions, the intermittent downpour causes so much noise that we can barely hear our instructor. As if competing with the buzz of air conditioners and fans wasn’t enough, we have to shout over the rain as well.
Last night I was so exhausted I went to bed early. As I lay on my bed ready to fall asleep, the rain started coming down hard, pounding on the roof, sounding like the beating of a thousand drums. I thought the building would explode. But I was so tired that not even the storm could prevent me from falling fast asleep. The last thing I remember before drifting into dreamland was a peal of thunder and then I was out.
I woke up to the sound of more rain, a gentle patter this time, hitting the foliage outside.
Just a small glimpse of my life so far…
a girl who dreams