The Big Flush

I knew it was coming. I could feel it. This morning, even... toweling off after my shower, but never really feeling dry.

And then the office. Sweltering at 7am. I even announced that, contrary to Guatemalan cultural norms, the next time it's this hot, this early, I'm wearing shorts to work. Bright white legs be damned.

But more than the heat... it was the heaviness of the air. A strength-sucking humidity that hung heavy over the city.

And when I left the office, it was like stepping into a black and white photograph. All the bright Guatemalan colors bleached into shades of gray. From the street to the sky, everything painted the same color: "blah".

I oozed into a café and ordered an iced cappuccino... and waited.

FLASH! Everyone looked suddenly skyward.

Drop.

Drop Drop.

DropDropDropDropDropDropDropDropDropDropDrop.

POUR!!!!!

Disgruntled motorcyclists hastily heading home. Raging asphalt rivers swiftly washing away the city's dust, dirt, garbage and grime. Pedestrians, spoiled by six months of sunshine, suddenly soaked to their umbrella-less bones.

Yes indeed... the rainy season has arrived!