It is about stinking time. We heard prior to moving here that it would rain almost every night for a few months. That is not what we have experienced.
It rained with a vengeance in LaDigue tonight. There is water on our porch, down the hall and into Britt and Pagie's rooms.
"When it rains it pours" is just a dumb saying, but when it comes to rain in LaDigue it is a true dumb saying.
Of course the ground is a veritable rock-solid piece of hard dirt, so it just runs right off and creates little lakes for mosquito breeding. No good.
Troy is cleaning up the rain, I am blogging. Seems fair to me.