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After months of waiting, the first day of January 2026 arrived like a deep breath finally.
It was a pleasant surprise, starting just after midnight as fireworks had started lighting up the new year night skies around Nairobi and adjacent Kajiado county urban centers.
By the end of December, hope had worn thin. The October to December rains, once always expected and quietly trusted had barely shown themselves.
Fields stood pale and crops showed signs of withering. Some rivers shrank into hesitant threads. People spoke less about harvests and more about endurance .
Animals moved slowly, ribs sharper, eyes searching the horizon. It was a season balanced on the edge of despair.
But the sky changed its mind. Clouds gathered with purpose; dark, heavy and unashamed. The first thunder rolled not as a warning, but as a promise.
Lightning unstitched the sky open, and when the rain fell, it did not ask permission. It arrived in sheets, drumming rooftops, hammering dry earth, filling the air with the scent of rebirth.
For people the following day, it was relief you could hear in laughter and silence alike. Hands were lifted to the rain, faces turned upward. The sound of water on iron sheets became music; steady, generous, and worries softened.
Conversations shifted. The future; which had felt narrow and fragile, suddenly widened. Even the often times intense social-economic and political high temperatures cooled down loads.
For animals, the relief was instinctive and immediate. Cattle raised their heads. Goats bleated and moved with new energy. Birds erupted into song between rain intervals and thunder claps.
Dry water pans filled up quick, grasses sprouted and the land remembered how to live again. The rain spoke a language older than fear, and every creature understood it.
Thunder cracked overhead, lightning flared, and the storm stayed long enough to wash away doubt.
In that downpour, January did more than bring rain. It restored rhythm. It returned fresh breath. It reminded humans and animals that even after near despair, God can still choose mercy
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