THE RAIN CAME in a steady downpour outside of our guest house on the Indonesian island of Sumatra. I sat on the verandah, drinking a glass of sweetened jasmine iced tea and listening to one of the local men strumming a song on an acoustic guitar. Nearby, my two-year-old son played in the rain.
We were staying in the small town of Bukit Lawang, just outside of the Gunung Leuser National Park. It had been an exceptionally hot day, and the rain was a welcome respite. My son was standing under one of the rain gutters, letting the water fall on his head like an outdoor shower. He was soaked from head to toe, and delighting in every minute of it, oblivious to his surroundings. My husband, five-year-old daughter, and I laughed as we watched him.