A long time ago - longer than some of you have been alive - I spent a glorious year in a Central American republic. During the rainy season, the mornings always started out bright and sunny, by 10am the big storm clouds had begun to build, and by 2pm the heavens let loose! By 7pm the rain was over and by 10pm you could go out for a walk and see the stars. This happened every day like clockwork from April to November.
Part of what made the stay so memorable was the company of the sweetest little honey that you can imagine - and she always got afternoons off from her job... hmmmm...
Oh yes, we did it during the rain all right! The cabin I was renting had a tin roof (with no insulation of course) and at times the rain would drum down so hard that we could scream and holler as loud as we wanted and we could barely hear ourselves, never mind having to worry about the neighbours hearing us! And then fall asleep to the sound of it afterwards.
Now if you give me a minute I might be able to remember just why, exactly, I came back here?