Rainy season is accurately named!

We seem to have been waiting months for the rainy season to start.

We had gotten used through December to massive thunderstorms in the early evening after an increasingly hot day. This week, however, we seem to have got some UK weather. It's been grey and drizzly for most of the days so far. So I think we can safely say that it's finally arrived and will stay installed until we leave in February. Yesterday we had an episode of 'that real fine rain that soaks you right through' as Peter Kay described it.

The other weekend it was slightly different. Geoff and I were sat inside with the windows and doors open watching the grey clouds approaching from across the garden. Gemma had told us that one day she'd spotted it raining in the garden but not at the front of the house. We looked carefully and could see the same thing happening.

The clouds seem to have very distinct boundaries and the rain falls heavy and vertical so it's possible to see exactly where it starts and stops. Soon it was raining all around the house and the noise on the tin roof was almost deafening.

It got heavier and heavier. I was watching the tomato plants taking a battering. I thought I might take some photos but as I walked towards the cupboard the wind got up. All of a sudden rain was being blown in through the door and onto my laptop. I managed to slam it shut but there was already a puddle on the floor. The kitchen window had been ripped open from its partially shut position and now the deluge was coming in from there. Geoff was despatched out of the front door to push it shut. :) Definitely a man job, that one.

While this was happening we didn't notice that water was actually flowing in under the door and making its way into the cupboard where, amongst other things, the SLR camera is kept on the floor. Tasks were divided with Geoff sent to shut the remaining windows and check for leaks in the bathroom whilst I sorted out the new swimming pool.

I moved one of our foldable chairs out of the way only for an unseen glass bottle to fall from the armrest and promptly explode across the floor. Tiny shards of glass now covered the width of the bed and breadth of the living area.

Then, obviously, the lights went out.

After much cursing (although, notably, no blaming of Geoff who had put the bottle in that position) the situation seemed to be under control.

Half an hour later the sky cleared and the sun came out. Before long the ground looked dry. You'd never know there'd been a storm at all...