I recognized that sound

Sunday morning I woke up (way too early BTW) to a familiar sound. RAIN! And lots of it. Opening the shutters, I relaxed in bed, with a cup of coffee and watch the storm. Rain in Vallarta comes down like no where else I have been. Sheets and sheets of rain that fill the gutters and turn the streets into rivers.

I heard someone coin the phrase, "the skies are pregnant with water." They must of been speaking of Vallarta. The air is full of water to the point that the tile floors in the house have a film of moisture and your clothes are damp to the touch. As I look out the balcony and see laundry hanging on rooftops I wonder how anything ever gets dry. There must be a secret I don't know about.