The Coming Rain

So it rains every afternoon here in Costa Rica. Yesterday, I was hanging out in the living room with my tico (Costa Rican) family when Felicia told me to listen. We keep the front door open for the breeze, and I also think it is meant to encourage visitors. She asked if I could hear what sounded like the garbage truck. I could. And as we listened it got louder. And louder. It was the rain on the metal roofs and the front was headed our way. We bunched together in the doorway and watched the wall of rain cross the rooftops of the houses farther from us. We watched the rain, in a straight line, come down across the roof of the house across the street, cross the street, cross the apartment parking lot and come sweeping directly to our door. It was incredible!! I am really tired of the rain and deperately miss the sun, but this was a reminder to me that even in its abundance, rain is something amazing.