The rainy season.

It has finally quit raining. Sort of. We had a couple of sprinkles today, but that was the first for three days. Before that, I think it had rained every day since the end of May. Yeah, yeah, why am I crying, right? I'm just a little tired of everything being so wet. I have given up trying to keep my shoes clean. I just walk straight through the puddles. You can't avoid them.

Welcome to the rainy season.

Located where we are, we can watch the weather change. If you are from Marion, think about the stretch of interstate 81 between Abingdon and Glade Spring, about the wide valley, with the mountains rising up around it. That's what it is like here at El Sembrador. We are in the middle of a valley, and can see the mountains around us on all sides. If we look to the mountains in the east, and can't see them, then we know that a rain system is moving through the valley. We'll have about thirty to forty five minutes until it arrives. If the mountain is completely obscured, then we can expect a hammering of a rainstorm. One day last week, I stood on my porch and watched the rain arrive, hitting the milk barn, coming up over the dormitory, before getting to my building.

It is kind of useful to be able to walk out the door and look at the mountains and know whether or not to take your raincoat.