Zimbabwe’s Muppet Show

THE first rain in seven months came from a dark black sky with strong wind and hail pinging off the windows, rattling on the roof, and bouncing on the dusty ground.

In 20 minutes, it had come and gone, leaving a carpet of white hailstones, tree branches strewn on the ground, and the promise of hope and renewal in the air.

A couple of days after the first storm, I headed out just before sunrise when it was cool and overcast.

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