This is the sight that I wake up to every morning.
One of the blessings of living in Haiti is that the sun shines every single day. But the curse of living in Gonaives is that it doesn't rain most evenings like it does in Port-au-Prince and other parts of Haiti. Last year's raining season was exceptionally dry and the whole city has suffered, with thick dust that settles on everything overnight, and with rivers and wells drying up.
I posted last month that we were overjoyed to finally have running water. Well, that lasted about 2 1/2 weeks. Then the water in our well got so low that our pipes don't reach, so we are back to pumping by hand and carrying 5 gallon buckets of water upstairs.
I honestly don't mind the hand-pumping. It's rhythmic and almost soothing, not to mention, it's a great way to be chummy with the neighbors. But there's a little problem: the low water level affects the hand pump too. It is becoming increasingly difficult to get water, and if we don't start having some rain, our well is at risk of drying up. Don't ask me what we will do if that happens. I have no idea.
So please join me in praying for rain. Lots and lots of rain.