I have landed on the African continent on six separate occasions, but never have I been here during the rainy season.

April is the start of the long rainy season in Kenya, but the rains didn’t come. People in the city were happy; they react to rain the same way that most cats react to a bath. But the people in the north were starving. Their crops suffered in November, when the short rainy season was poor. The April-May rainy season was long-awaited, but the drought persisted. Food supply suffered, and many have died.

Now, at long last, we have rain in Nairobi. All last night, and all today. Let it pour.