rain fallin´on my shoes

(let´s see just how many relevent to the subject matter blog titles i can take from tangled up in blue - which is for some reason on repeat in my head)

We are mud-to-the-knee deep in the rainy season. I´m told the rain will continue until I leave in November. I will probably develop some kind of amphibious trait by then. Today I walked down the mountain from La Unión as the thunder threatened above me and the sound of the slow moving curtain of rain chased me down the hill. I kept my eyes on the clear skies still holding ahead and picked up my pace. I am not faster than rain. I arrived to San Josecito soaking wet and just in time for the sudden storm to suddenly stop.

Our laundry has been going through extra rinse cycles on the line all week long. We had to string up extra lines to make room for all the wash. Damp is the new dry as we struggle with deciding when a piece of clothing is simply too dirty to continue wearing, thus soaping it up and giving it over to the clothesline for who knows how long. After this experience I´d have to say that any of those laundry detergents that claim to have a "rain fresh smell" have got to be lying. Rain fresh mostly smells like damp. Not a smell I´d want to push.