Raining for England

So the rainy season has begun. I know this because of the wet patches on my ceiling. Somehow I think I might need to waterproof the roof this weekend before something has a little swim. And none of my things swim particularly strongly (least of all the laptop!).

But the rainy season means that each day at about 5pm, the clouds gather, the skies darken and we experience a Mexican ‘tormenta’. ‘Relámpago’ and ‘turenos’ respectively light the sky and scare the little kids. Tito and Rojo (the Armonía dogs) love the rain but hate the thunder. They scurry quickly into their doghouse; the storm achieving in seconds what we cannot do when we try to persuade them that sleeping on comfy blankets under a plastic roof is better than the flowerbed! Just thinking about it, there's got to be some joke in there about being in the doghouse when they won't go in the doghouse but I wouldn't think of writing it here. Although looking back on that sentence, I basically did do just that... Time to rein in the jokes and get back to the rain...

If I’m at the community centre, it become impossible to hold a conversation as the sound of the heavy rain on the metal roof drowns out all other sounds (think of the last time you were in a conservatory in a downpour). Yesterday the storm was accompanied by hail the size of small marbles that definitely hurt when they hit you. The regular rain (that is to say 'the fact that it rains a lot', rather than that we have 'regular' and 'irregular' rain here) makes me think of our green and pleasant land but the resulting floods on the roads and the fact that it’s dried up by the next morning reminds me that I’m in Mexico.
But hey, I’m not complaining because it cools the air for the night and I don’t rust.