Well, we woke up this morning to see the coast again, and the Nicoyan Peninsula beyond. Not to say that it wasn’t still cloudy, but the clouds were “up in the sky” where they belong, not down here 20 meters off our back porch.
By mid-morning there was even bright sun, and I know for certain that everyone living in Costa Rica, where the sun shone (which, sadly, was probably not everywhere) rejoiced.
Of course, an alarmingly short time later the chill wind blew through, the clouds closed in around, and the rain started again. BUT, the good news was that this felt somewhat like “normal” rainy season rain, not this relentless crap that has besieged us the past couple of weeks.
And, as we now know my superficial measurement criteria — it only pitter-pattered during the night which meant we got to watch all of Charlie’s Angels, Grey’s Anatomy, and The Mentalist. Ooooh, so shoot me, we enjoy our TV programs!
Now that bedtime has come, David remarked mere moments ago on the sparkling lights of Puntarenas. I just looked up and was thinking he was perhaps crazy since there’s only the barest hint of the coastal lights to be seen, but he clarified that, indeed, the lights were much brighter ten minutes ago. And I can hear the now-all-too-familiar pitty-pat on the porch roof outside our bedroom window.
So… it’s raining again. What can I say. We didn’t really think it had stopped — we just welcomed and enjoyed the moments of respite. Because for all the awfulness that this particular part of the rainy season brings, it also brings the knowledge that the season is soon to change. Probably within the next month, or soon thereafter, the rain will actually stop. For good. For the next 6 months.
And so, this awful, horrible spell also heralds the arrival of clear weather to come. So if you can just focus on that, it’s possible that you won’t slit your wrists and throw yourself off the nearest mountaintop.
This too shall pass.