I used to count myself really lucky that it only ever really rained hard between 1 and 4 p.m., when I was almost always in class. It was predictably sunny in the morning, dreary at noon, raining after lunchtime, then cool in the evening. This way, I avoided the worst of it. I even forgot my umbrella a few times without consequences.
October though. In the morning? Let's rain on me at 9 a.m., walking to aerobics. How about all night? That sounds great too. Don't get me started on evening rains, I don't think I've gotten home from ballet without being soaked these past few weeks. I wonder if it ever stops. If it does, it must be in the early hours of the morning, while I'm still sleeping. Everything I own is drying in different parts of the house. My shoes and umbrella are in the garage, assorted jackets in the laundry room, pants draped over furniture in my bedroom.
Some things I just take for granted will not be dry again, whether from rain or the resulting humidity, like: my hair. My toothbrush. My backpack. My umbrella. Any of my tennis shoes.
Honestly, though, it doesn't bother me (except for on my way home from dance). For the most part, I've just gained a lot of respect for Ticos and my (fourth!) sombrilla, for the abundant greenery and for time I get to spend mercifully indoors. And I wash my hair more to keep it from mildewing too much.
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