It occurred to me to ask, shouting, if they thought it was wise to cross the bridge flooded by the newly fallen rainwater.
There were four and were far away. They couldn't hear me.
But that did not prevent everyone from one and without a request on my part, they will run in my direction.
They wanted to be able to listen to my question and wanted to answer it.
They ran so quickly that they seemed to be able to fly on the fine sheet of moving water.
I felt his strength, his generosity, his immense joy.
And I knew that all this was increased by the vigorizing effect of the rain, which would allow the people of their town to keep the hope of a good harvest alive.
They ran, jump and laughed, all at the same time.
They were getting closer.
I waited a few seconds and took this photograph.
Pepe Navarro
Kiou area, Burkina Faso
