We have been in Nicaragua since February 26. Other than two days with a few minutes of light sprinkle, we have not seen rain. It has been sunny and low 90s since we got here with the occasional overcast day. It was not so bad when we were out and about going to surfing lessons at the beach.
Since we have been quarantining starting at the end of March, we have all been burning up. Our house has A/C in the bedrooms, but not in the main living area. It has been brutal. We did come during the dry season, so what else should we have expected?
We did not realize how much the heat and lack of rain was affecting our mood. We were all at or above our boiling points. In March and April, we did not expect the rain. Since May 1 we have been hoping with all our might for rain. The anticipation was building up and causing an unbearable tension. Every day we were sure it would be the day it rained, but it just kept getting hotter with no rain in sight.
Last night it came. A downpour. An incredible lightning storm. A release. It was like a dam burst open. An incredible release of tension, and heat. We even got goosebumps.
We danced and laughed in the rain, celebrating this gift that we have been waiting for, for what seems like an eternity. The rain was glorious.
