Storms in Africa

Desert Rain

Meantime, Sam, Charles Wallace, and Jeremy were still flying over the Sahara desert. 

It was still night and the sky was clouded over, so there were no stars to lighten the place up.

Jeremy was getting tired and he started to lower closer to the ground.

"Careful, Jeremy; if you fly too close to the ground, you'll get sand in your eyes" said Charles Wallace.

"I'm sorry, kids, but this baby is starting to weigh me down" said Jeremy.

"The baby is weighing you down? You haven't even gained any weight yet" said Sam. 

"Are you sure? I feel like I have" Jeremy exhaled. 

Sam shook her head. "Well, it is kinda late. I guess we could rest for a while."

"But what about Paul?" said Jeremy.

"And what about Calvin?" said Charles Wallace.

"We'll only rest for a bit. And Calvin is really good at watching for danger" said Sam. "Besides, we can't let Jeremy's condition get worse just because he refuses to stop."

"I s'pose you're right, luv" said Jeremy.

Just then, lightning flashed and thunder crashed. 

"Is it gonna rain?" said Charles Wallace.

"Of course not. It's too dry here" said Jeremy. 

But he was instantly proven wrong when a raindrop landed on his nose. 

"Gawrsh!" Sam gasped. 

More raindrops started to fall, but unlike usual terrifying storms, they seemed to play a song with every drop. 

Drums started to pound as the rain played its tune.

"Wow. Looks like this storm is having itself a performance" said Charles Wallace.

Just then, a choir of mysterious female voices started to sing with the rain's tune.

Na-na-na, na-na

Na na na na

Na-na-na, na na

Na-na, na-na

Cà fhad è ò (na na na na)

Na na na na

Cà fhad è ò (na na na na)

"Beautiful" said Jeremy.

"Yeah" Charles Wallace agreed.

Sam walked around the pretty rainstorm and let the drops land on her hands.

The song was so pretty, she didn't even mind getting wet as the singers continued their refrain.

Na-na-na, na-na

Na-na-na, na-na (Siùl trìd na stoirmeacha) 

Na-na-na, na-na

Na-na-na, na-na (Dul trìd na stoirmeacha) 

Cà fhad è ò (na na na na)

An tùs don stoirm (na na na na)

Cà fhad è ò (na na na na)

An tùs go deireadh

Tòg do chroì (na-na-na, na-na)

Siùl trìd na stoirmeacha (na-na-na, na-na)

Tòg do chroìsa (na-na-na, na-na)

Dul trìd na stoirmeacha (na-na-na, na-na) 

Turas mòr (na-na-na, na-na)

Tar trìd na stoirmeacha (na-na-na, na-na)

Turas fada (na-na-na, na-na)

Amharc trìd na stoirmeacha (na-na-na, na-na)

Oooooooooooh, ooooooooooooooh

As the song ended, the three felt something they never felt during a storm. 

Instead of having relieved expressions, they were smiling and their bodies were completely relaxed as if they'd come out of a meditation class.

"Wow... I never knew a storm could be so relaxing" said Sam.

"Me either" Charles Wallace agreed. "African storms sure sound different from ours."

"Those voices made it sound like a spiritual storm" said Jeremy. "But I didn't understand any of those words."

"That's 'cause it was sung in Latin" said Charles Wallace. "It was about taking a journey through a storm."

"That's interesting. We were on a journey before that song started" said Sam.

Jeremy gave it some thought, then came up with something weird, but possible. 

"Perhaps the spirits are guiding us on this journey" he said.

"Hey! That makes sense! They were probably telling us that the way to Paul and Calvin is through the storm" said Charles Wallace. 

"Cool!" Sam squealed. "But how can we go through the storm if it's over?"

"Storms travel, Sam" said Jeremy. "Perhaps we could find where it was going."

"Great. But for now, we're letting Jeremy rest his baby. We'll go in the morning" said Charles Wallace.