When it rains

It puts a damper on things.  For one, we can't really work out in the fields.  Two, our few clothes are dampened and a layer of mud is added to everything.  And three, I'm convinced that last night's flea bites (which I have avoided until this point) are a result of the flea wanting to escape the rain.  The sky was overcast all day yesterday, and the rain really started as Jaclyn and I walked back from the arracacha field towards the huerto to retrieve the keys from Dona Marina.  By the time we made it to the huerto, we were soaked.  Dona Marina, Maria Dolores, and Edita had just arrived in time to find cover before the rain.  They found our drenched selves rather funny, which I suppose we were.  We huddled under the small tin roof, safe from the downpour, sharing a laugh and common in our inability to do anything at all.  When Dona Marina realized that she had lost the dog, we ventured out into the streets, which had become small rivers.  Not the best day to wear sandals and socks I guess....