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The rain is so loud it’s like the cable went out with the volume cranked to the max. Nick’s snoozing next to me; the rain is his lullaby. I sigh, wondering if he’ll be sleeping for the next six months.
Gracie is laying on my legs, whining for breakfast, and I contemplate wearing a bathing suit for our walk; I’m sure an umbrella will be about as useful as the t in tsunami.
We’re finally in the land of eternal spring, after five years of planning and saving. We’re in Guatemala, and the first downpour of the rainy season has arrived.
Suddenly an idea strikes me and I kiss Nick awake. “Hi baby,” he whispers, one eye slit open, “what’s up?”
“Let’s dance in the rain!”
“Really?” The slit eye opens a bit more and I’m waiting for him to roll it… Nick is anything but a dancer.
But this is my daydream, so he lets me drag him out of bed as Gracie zoomies around us. I fling the door open and the three of us fly outside to get soaked.
How surreal will it be when we’re actually there? I’d say about as surreal as multi-colored rain.
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Whoa – love those colours! I can almost taste them.
I knew you would like these colors Dorothy, believe it or else, I actually thought of our color conversation on your blog about orange and pink while I was shooting this!
I love the thought of dancing in the rain! Whee! In fact, I probably have. 🙂 Nice post.
Thanks Jeanne! I’m jealous, and I’m adding that to my bucket list! Dancing in the pouring rain in Guatemala – added.