Since we moved here from the Pacific Northwest you would probably think I’d have had my fill of rain. Maybe I even thought I wouldn’t miss it when we moved here. But surprise! – I do miss it – especially since it’s been such a long dry season here in Mazatlán – nine months this time. Our last rain last season was on September 30, 2010!
We had a little bit of rain – chipi chipi they call it – on June 23. Then nothing. Until finally last night, the skies opened and the rain poured down.
I try to prepare. I caulk and fill holes. I clean the drains. I sweep the debris so it won’t clog the drains. I keep towels handy. I do everything I can think of – but do you think I can sleep?
The rain is so heavy at times here that there is no way the drains can handle it. And sometimes there’s so much water it will jump the curb. It is exciting just to watch it, at least for me.
So I stay up and watch the rain, and in the morning everything is fresh, and cool, and clean.