So, in undergrad in Martin, we sometimes had what we referred to as “monsoon season,” where it would pour down rain for a week straight and we basically never untucked our jeans from our rain boots. (Side note – You can tell a lot about a person by their rain boots, by the way. Brightly colored, patterned, outfit coordinated… Mine are plain black rubber with green soles, which either tells you I’m boring or that I ran to WalMart between classes during freshman year because I hadn’t believed upperclassmen when they told us to bring rain boots, so I didn’t have any and the water was rising fast and I had class again in 20 minutes so I grabbed the first pair that fit. Whichever floats your boat.)
Well, here in the Caribbean, they aren’t kidding when they say “monsoon season.” I haven’t been able to see anything out the window but part of our front yard and a dense, suffocating whiteness where the Marriott golf course usually is for four days now. I’ve never seen so much rain… not even in Martin. I don’t know if we’re being passed by a tropical storm or if this is just how the rainy season is, but it’s definitely here with a vengeance.
The puppy is unhappy being inside all day long, but we have discovered that plastic bottles make excellent dog toys as they flip and flop around on the floor, making the puppy chase them while they make a terrible racket that can be heard from the yard. The temperature is WONDERFUL, though! It actually feels like October! So I’m actually not complaining about the rain – as long as the temp stays down and the internet stays on I’m fine – but it turns out the puppy is afraid of thunder and we’ve had more of that in the last few days than people say St. Kitts has had in years. I love it, but Meera does not and curls up beside us on the couch with her nose stuck between the cushions like the proverbial ostrich hiding its head in the sand.
The lowlands around the golf course are starting a flood a little and the trenches (called “guts”) that channel inland water back out to the ocean are rushing. This sort of weather is why they tell you not to park in guts, many of which serve as primary roads through Basseterre. I wonder how many cars have been washed out to sea this weekend… (Yes, that does happen. Which is why you shouldn’t park in guts.)
If it ever stops raining, I’m going to take Meera for a long walk on the golf course and see what she thinks of the ocean. If it ever stops raining we’ll be able to take the car and replace the windshield wipers so we can actually drive in the rain without sticking our heads out the windows. If it ever stops raining, I’ll go grocery shopping again. If it ever stops raining…