By Heather O.
The skies opened up, with a clap that shook the ground, and it poured. The rain cascaded off the roof, and since there are no gutters in the house we are living in, it came off in sheets. Some streams were more powerful than others, and it was under one of these that I washed the dirt and grime and bug spray and sweat from my body, standing in my swim suit with the other volunteers from Sustain Haiti, feeling clean and fresh for the first time in 2 days. It was a good rain.
We are living in a house that is fantastic. Thought to be haunted by locals, the bishop and elders blessed it before the members would let Sustain Haiti move in. The only furniture are chairs around a large dining room table, and some fans. It’s two stories, and kept immaculately clean by Haitian women who come twice a day and sweep. We slept last night on thin mats. I slept on the porch balcony, listening to the traffic go by all night, and was awakened by a rooster crowing in my ear at 5am. He wasn’t actually ON the balcony, but it was the first time I wanted to do violence since I got here.
There is so much I want to write, so much to tell, so much that I know can never be expressed. But I have to go now, with “Junior”, a Haitian member, to tour the 50 some odd sq, foot gardens, and figure out how to make them work.
I hope it rains again tonight.
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