Oh rainy season. The four (to 10) months of the year when you live like a drowned rat… and with drowned rats. When you have fleas come to snuggle in your bed because it’s the warmest place in the house, and you can’t sleep because the undrowned rats are scurrying along between the tarp that is your ceiling and the plaster canvas that is your roof. When your shoes are perpetually covered in mud, and your umbrella decides its a good time to spring some leaks. When you’re grateful you packed the ski socks and the extra sweatshirt because you end up sleeping in them every night. When your vegetables last three weeks because your house is consistently the temperature of a refrigerator, and you’re ok with it because in hot season they last 2 days.
Rainy season – the time when you have a real excuse to stay inside and watch movies on your laptop and make hot chocolate. When you’re not sweating 24/7. And when you just get used to not doing laundry…. or bathing.
Being a Canadian born, Boston bred, Boulder and Denver citizen, I actually love the fact that it is now consistently seeing your breath weather. It’s also much easier to be modest when you’re not overheating – I actually want to wear that cardigan! And everything is so green. The dusty brown hills become the tourist worthy Simien mountains.
And the sound on the tin roof reminds me of watching thunderstorms with my dad in the back of the van. Though there’s a little less thunder and a little more water. A little less van, and lot more mud huts. A lot more mud.