It's the raining season. It rains every day. Sometimes afternoons, some days mornings, sometimes overnight, some days all of the above.
Last night we had a huge storm. Okay, Maria was a huge storm!
Last night we had blasting bolts of lightning, huge shake-the-house-and-scare-the-dogs thunder claps, sideways rain driven by the wind.
But no flooding, no pieces of roof flying off. Just a good ol' fashioned tropical thunderstorm. Lying there listening to the storm, I couldn't help but think of people like our neighbor Robert, riding out this storm in a tent behind the remains of his house, destroyed by Maria.
Or the people still living under tarps instead of roofs. How did this storm have feel to them? Was it like deja vú?
We were safe in our intact house, under our solid roof. And we are incredibly grateful!
A NOW moment: We had a HUGE thunderstorm--lightning, wind, rain, THUNDER!--last night. Okay, not Maria huge, but big. I was reminded--again--how little lightning and thunder there were during the hurricane. I expected more.