Having gotten the official Independence Day celebration out of the way back in May, we had the actual 4th of July free for a nice casual barbeque for the embassy staff. Ten minutes to party time the skies opened up and it just poured rain. For four hours.
But we were prepared, so it was fun anyway. There wasn’t any thunder so the kids got in the pool – they were planning on getting wet anyway, so what’s a little rain? The grills, bar, and seating areas were all under cover; there was a little frantic dashing through the rain from one to the other, but no one got absolutely soaked involuntarily. It just gave otherwise humdrum routine perambulation a sense of adventure. The puddles got a bit deep in places, but miraculously the jazz band finished their set without anyone being electrocuted by wet audio equipment. The bacon cheeseburgers were hot and the beers were cold. There were cupcakes. What more could you want?
In the evening it rained again, pouring rain, for a few more hours. This time I was home so I snuggled up with the cat and the Kindle and a cup of tea and felt safe and warm and dry. According to Seamus’s* fancy wireless rain gauge we got more than five inches of rain in 24 hours. The rainy season has most definitely arrived.
*Not his real name, but he picked it out.