It is raining here. It starts around six nearly every evening. (The wet season is reportedly from June to October.)
First, a few drops fall. Then, the next thing I know the streets are empty and there is a tremendous silence. I can feel it. People huddled under awnings and in tiendas (stores) smile at me as I stroll by, my shoes–and the rest of me–soaking in the city.
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