It rains in the Caribbean. This rain storm has blown in in early afternoon and sends me under a roof overhang on one of the streets in the ” Old City. ”
People, on motorcycles, wrapped in large plastic trash bags, zip through the streets and find shelter in nearby parking garages. Security guards have a leisurely smoke and dogs are nowhere to be seen as water puddles, rain droplets hit your outstretched hands like little needle pricks.
Afternoon rains here seem to be regular in March.
When we were little, in Albuquerque, we would go out after a rain like this and make little dams in the street gutters to stop the flow of runoff. Our efforts were not always successful. We would go home soaked to the bone and leave our clothes on the back porch before we went inside to clean up and have dinner.
While I love the rain, staying dry is still at the top of my weather lists, most all of the time.
As refreshing as this afternoon rain is, rain every day would be depressing.