We have just come back from a meeting in our new (unfinished) classroom and what a good job we were inside. I have been in many storms here but this one was the most furious yet.
It began with rain beating down on the tin roof and wind blowing though the window spaces. It got to the point where we couldn't hear the speaker so we sat quietly. Even the hammering from the workmen couldn't be heard over the rain and wind. It got worse and worse and rain was pouring off the massive roof.
'Now, God is throwing heavy rocks at us, hailstones as big as golf balls and hard as rocks plummeting down from the heavens and bouncing on the roof. The noise was deafening, hurting my ears. The storm continues its furious outpouring for about twenty minutes.
Then.... Suddenly, it stops and I can hear everyone chattering in closely huddled little groups. The sky cloud that fell down on us is clearing and it is getting light. I can see the other side of the inlet again.'
After the meeting we came out to see what damage had been done.
This wall was almost finished before the storm but during the storm all that cement had been washed down, running off the wall and into the earth. They had to start all over again.
The water collection tank had been dislodged from its foundations, such was the power of the storm. The only thing that stopped it rolling down the hill was the scaffolding pole that you can see sticking out.
So many challenges!