The rain finally came. We were off on a day trip to Citala, El Salvador, a town near the border of Honduras, when it happened.
The last time it rained anywhere near us was in the middle of November, a short storm, while we slept. For 5 months now, it’s been ‘dry dry dry’. Not a single drop of rain.
Moments before the shower the air was pregnant with moisture. Thick and heavy, it felt like a giant had crouched down, breathing on us in the little tourist town. The sky finally broken open and bled out is long awaited rain. The bursting, breaking, cracking open, wonderful release was felt by everyone. We walked in it, on our way back to the bus, at the end of our day trip, to return home.
From diary entry – April 3, 2010