We all knew I'd get around to the weather again, right? While folks were saying that the rainy season was over, I was hoping it wasn't. I like rain - especially electrical storms. Grew up in the midwest where it rained all the time. There's a reason it's so green most of the year (except for the time it's white): rain.
I've even given thought to establishing a mini-weather station that hooks into the weather underground via the 'net. There are no 'official' weather reports from SMA, as we don't have an airport. And the weather here in the highlands can vary dramatically every few miles - witness the rain we can see in the mountains that doesn't reach us. There are two mini-weather stations already - one in a suburb and one out in the campo, but there's always room for one more central, eh?
So yesterday morning we woke up to a wet bedroom terrace. The precipitation had dwindled to a mere mist by the time we awoke, but it was water. Then yesterday there were lots of dark clouds in the sky with rain in the mountains against which we nestle, but nothing reached the city.
So this afternoon when the natural light in our office dimmed from the six small skylights, we joked that perhaps it was going to rain. A moment later it was raining. Goush, goush; thunder and lightning (there must have been lightning somewhere, I'm sure, to go with all the thunder); and all the skylights (including the ones in the two boveda ceilings and the one that provides light to the office bath and kitchen) pitter-patted with the rain.
It turns out that the epoxy patching job I had done on one of the skylights in the office held; no dripping. As the thunder continues to crash and roll we're snug in our house with the dogs gathered around (or perhaps they're looking for their dinners?).
Enjoy it while we can; the dry season will soon be upon us.
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