The roar of the bullfrog.

About 3 weeks into living here, Hot Husband and I were lying in bed, marveling at a new sound filling our apartment. It was dark, and had just finished raining here.

One thing you need to know about the rain here. It isn't like your "western" kinda rain. It isn't like Florida, or Georgia, or Montana, California.. No, God does it different over here. You know when it rains really really hard where you live, and you see the gutters just over flooding and pouring off of roofs? That's what it's like in the SKY here. In fact, when it's raining, you don't even see droplets!

Kenya says that when the rain comes the Bullfrog tells everyone of it. Lying there in our bed, listening to that roar the first time- was a wonder. I have never heard such a noise in my life. Like the gurgling of a horrible motor on a car, the Kenyan bullfrog springs to life at the first sign of rain and starting at dusk, tells us all his song of it.

Last night when we were dropped off after home group (this thing that some people do where you eat together and talk about life and the Bible and relationship with God), the Bullfrogs were at full force. Cute Child had been sleeping but was now awake, we took the opportunity, while the guards were not busy (too late for many people to be coming in and out of the gates), to find these Bullfrogs. I asked the guards if they had a large torch (flashlight). They don't. (I'm not going to think about why they don't... or the fact that they probably should). But our cell phones have flashlights on them, and with the help of the guards, we tried our best to sneak up on these bullfrogs and look at them. They're big.

Real big. I'll get some pictures soon. Somehow. And we'll try and take a video so you can hear them too. It was a moment, the three of us, traipsing down the side of the road, peering into the ditches filled with rainwater, our ears filled with the roar of the Bullfrogs, and 2 armed guards, dressed head to toe in green, helping us find them. The giggling (me) at the wonder of finding them, and the uncertainty of whether we could touch them or not. One guard claims they bite? I've never heard of a frog with teeth, but hey. You never know, this is Africa! Lol. We didn't touch them, just in case. . . But wow!