rain in the amazon jungle

Rain in the Amazon Jungle

Oh, there is nothing so wild and wonderful as rain in the Amazon jungle. It’s a rainforest. You’d expect to see rain there – lots of it. But last season they said they only got two months of rain. Fewer trees means less rain. So when it started raining in May, a month after rainy season was supposed to have ended, it was a heavenly delight.

The air suddenly changed. It became thicker with the essence of life, as if the plants were opening their pores to receive the life giving water. Each morning, the leaves from the trees dripped with so much humidity that it sounded like it was raining. So how could the forest be so thirsty? How could it drink it all up so hungrily? Yet it did.

Rain slipped down the thatch in fat droplets and collected in thin streams that cut into the soil and made its way back into the river. The frogs and insects squealed and chirped their approval. The jungle came alive with the rain.

This beautiful rain powered the forest that creates 20% of the world’s oxygen and is home to half of the globe’s animal, plant, and insect species. One fifth of the world’s fresh water is in the Amazon basin. When it doesn’t rain here, the lack is felt around the the world. When it does, every living thing it touches rejoices.

I did too. My skin tingled with happiness when the rain came. My heart filled with gladness at the thought of seeing rain in the Amazon jungle. At the rate we are destroying the rainforest, I may never have a chance to stand here again. The monkeys, caimans, giant otters, piranhas, tarantulas, bamboo rats, macaws, and bats might not be here for others to delight in either.

It’s up to each of us to do our part to protect our land, plants, and animal brothers and sisters. We are all connected. No creature can falter without impacting another. New species are being discovered in the Amazon all the time. We could kill the cure for cancer without ever knowing it existed. Or we might destroy a hummingbird so that our children will only have stories of what they looked like. The future of all life is up to all of us.

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