The rain had started softly, a whisper against the rooftops, a gentle tap on the windowpanes of Accra. The sky, once bright, had faded into a deep, brooding gray. The warm Ghanaian air was now cool, filled with the scent of fresh earth and the ocean breeze from far beyond the city.

I pressed my forehead against the glass, my little fingers tracing the path of a raindrop as it slid down the window. How I love it when it rains.

Outside, the mango trees danced, their heavy leaves swaying under the weight of the downpour. The gutters overflowed, carrying tiny paper boats that some daring children must have tossed in before the storm began. I wished I could be outside too.

But Mummy wouldn’t let me go.

"Stay inside, my dear," she had said with a knowing smile. "You’ll catch a cold."

So I sat, watching the rain drum its rhythm on the rooftops, tapping a secret song only the clouds knew.

Then came the thunder.

A deep, growling boom that shook the sky. I gasped, my heart racing.

And then—lightning! A bright, jagged streak across the heavens, gone in a blink, but leaving behind its silent echo in my chest.

For a moment, everything was still.

No cars honking. No voices calling from the streets. No sounds of traders in the market. Just the rain.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.

It was as if Accra itself had paused to listen.

How I love it when it rains.

I sat back, recollecting my thoughts, feeling the weight of the world slow down for just a little while. I imagined the farmers in the countryside smiling at the rain, their crops drinking in the blessings from the sky. I thought of fishermen pulling their nets closer, waiting for calmer waters. I wondered if, somewhere far away, another child was watching this same rain and dreaming, just like me.

And then, just as suddenly as it had come, the rain began to fade.

The thunder moved away, grumbling softly in the distance. The sky stretched, as if waking from a nap.

I jumped up. Now was my chance!

Pushing the door open, I rushed outside, my feet splashing in the puddles. Cool air kissed my skin, and I spun in delight.

And then, there it was.

The rainbow.

A perfect arch of colors stretching across the Accra sky, as if the heavens themselves had painted a promise.

I stood there, breathing in the fresh, rainy air.

And I sighed.

Oh! Such sweet rain.

The End.