I don't think that Kenyans know the nursery rhyme that my grandmother used to sing to me when I was a child: "it's raining, it's raining, the cat doesn't move, we light the candle, we say good evening..." also because here candles are expensive and wear out quickly, better the paraffin lantern (hoping that some eco-fuel will arrive soon, and not only to the rich of the West).
But above all, who pays attention here if the cat doesn't move?
Do you know how many things and people in Africa are immobile? 
It would certainly be more effective to translate Jovanotti's song, which also sounds like a nursery rhyme: "Piove, senti come piove, madonna come piove, senti come giù".
Yes, because the first big rains of these days come as if the good Lord had overturned all the basins of his heavenly laundry.
Malindi turns into a little Finland of puddles, which are useful for checking the tightness of the steering of one's car, engaged in gymkhana to avoid them. On foot, on the other hand, you have to try to avoid the splashing of the matatu that pass at a hundred and twenty an hour in the middle of the town.
This year, however, there is something new: on the town's internal roads, the unpaved ones that are usually filled with lakes and rivers that cannot be forded, piles of earth and stones have appeared, heaps at the roadside ready to be used to cover the large puddles.
The result is that they remain like sea rocks, slightly submerged, and when one drives by, he runs into the stone that destroys his oil pan. African inconveniences, you might say...I am curious to see how the roundabout, the famous entrance roundabout to Malindi, will look this year after two or three uninterrupted days of rain. Last year the tuk-tuks looked like gondolas and some of the Islamic drivers wore the typical horizontally striped shirt. I also heard "mona, to g'ho dito ciò" flying, which doesn't sound like Swahili to me. 
For the rest, let it be understood, I love the rainy season, I adore the scent of plants receiving their lifeblood, the statuesque nature of things (and maybe cats, too, who knows) and the everyday life of people becoming even quieter and heedless of where the world is going.
So here's my nursery rhyme: "It's raining, governments all look alike, the world is falling apart and I'm going to have a tusker lager in Majengo".breitling replica
It doesn't rhyme and it doesn't sound very musical, but it's the only thing I feel like singing... and doing!