We wait for the rain.

I teach in a classroom with two walls and two walls that come up to my waist. I teach in a classroom made of grey cement bricks. I teach in a classroom where wind and dust blow in while I’m teaching. I teach in a classroom that isn’t quite inside and isn’t quite outside.

I teach in a classroom with a metal roof. I teach in a classroom where my voice is accompanied by the sound of lizards scampering across the roof and anything that lands on the roof echoes.

When it is pouring rain, like this morning, I do not teach.