Flimsy grass huts or nearby trees provided the only protection during the monsoon. Bush animals would frantically scurry around looking for new shelter when their burrows flooded. As Philistina talked, I remembered seeing a four-foot puff adder stretched out across the dirt road. The thought of the venomous brown snake hiding under my bed sent chills down my spine. Even without the added threat from animals and insects, other dangers existed.
Many children die of pneumonia during the rainy season.
The children wondered aloud which of their many gods they could ask to save them. Just the day before I had cut out the characters for my story. Now I was emotionally torn. Rain would certainly ruin the flannelgraph and the paper figures. I knew the children believed in the power of their many gods.