Today as I walked to school, I couldn't help but feel proud of my neat and shiny shoes. The rain from a few days back had washed away the dust, leaving the streets with a glistening clean look. It wasn't often that the south east experienced such relief from the dust, and it was something to be grateful for.

My shoes still sparkled as they did when I left home, and with each step, I felt a sense of satisfaction. As I arrived at school, I noticed that everything seemed different. No one was fighting to fan themselves under the oppressive heat, and there was a notable absence of students crowding around the automated hand washing machines.

Even as we piled into the bus, there was a sense of ease and comfort in the air. The usual frenetic energy and complaints about the heat were noticeably absent. The coolness of the day seemed to have cast a tranquil spell over everyone.

While I was aware that the rainy season had not yet arrived and the prevailing weather was still the dry harmattan, I couldn't help but revel in the refreshing change.