It came with such fury, the rain, yesterday.  Mona and I had returned from Playa Hermosa.  We enjoyed a light lunch and had just settled down for a lazy afternoon nap (yes, for some of us at least, the afternoon siesta is alive and well).

I could feel myself beginning to nod off when I heard the first raindrop.  Then the rain hit, hit with such ferocity as if all its pent-up frustration at being held back for the entire “green season” was unleashed at once.  No thunder yet; just the pounding rain driving its drops hard into our metal roof, creating its own thunder of sound and fury, our small casa becoming the surround sound speaker for the symphony.  Unrelenting and undeniable, the rain consumed our senses, falling so hard and so steadily that we were soon blissfully asleep.

We awakened an hour later, the roar still deafening, the chorus now joined by eye-popping lightning followed by tremendous claps of thunder.  We went out to the porch to watch the lightening dancing out on the sea!  Such an incredible display of raw power.  The rain had now overwhelmed our deep gutters creating waterfalls off the eaves.  Our canedas, cement drains designed to carry off and drain the water, were overflowing, the trays filled with mud, sticks and leaves.  Now, we had our own mini rapids and dams!

Note:  Since I do not have video privileges on WordPress, I have uploaded a short video on my Facebook page).

The rain continued unabated for another six hours before stopping just as abruptly as it started. The light show continued on into the night.  These storms are like cleansing agents, at once washing months of dust and dirt from plants, trees, even casas.  At the same time, we find they open our hearts and soul to all that surrounds us.  I can’t think of a better high and “coming down” is easy and peaceful.

Now such a storm has not always affected me with such anticipation and joy.  I am including an earlier post from a couple of years ago to provide some perspective.

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Meanderings of a Possibly Deranged Mind

It’s raining, four hours and counting – hard, and steady – beating down on our casa metal roof, the roar deafening, assaulting mind and body; consuming, beautiful in its special brutality.  And the rainy season is six weeks away!  

Mona loves it!  It reminds her of her cabin days in Northern Minnesota.  I’m not so sure.  The cacophony of sound feels like an invasion on my privacy, my Right to peace and quiet.  But, oddly, I’m getting used to it, the rain.  It has a cadence of its own.  It cares not how I feel; it just Is.  And, I am losing it or losing to it, the rain?

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It’s raining so hard, how hard?

Beautiful. Simply beautiful!  Its raining – hard!  Mona loves the rain beating on our roof.  I don’t know.  I need more time.  The rain will most certainly oblige!

Happy 4th of July!

cuwwcu!

July 4, 2012, Casa de Teka, Ojochal, Osa Puntarenas, Costa Rica

 

 

 

 

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