Rhonda and Dakota discovered the rain of Colomba, Guatemala. As I mentioned earlier, we were all walking to the cemetery, when the rain began to fall. For us, it was something of a novelty, so we enjoyed it.
Twenty years ago, when I lived in Colomba, the rain was a source of constant misery. I remember sometimes being so wet that I would take my socks off at the end of the day, wring them out, and hang them on a line to dry. Unfortunately, the air was so humid that my clothes never got dry. The next morning, I would have to put on my wet socks to start the day.