One hundred forty one days. That is the number of days in a row without rain in Brasilia. And we are not talking about without accumulation or without serious rain. We are talking 141 days of not a drop, barely a cloud, zero precipitation. We have been here for about 70 of those days and we can tell you that it is unlike anything we have ever encountered. Humidity in the single digits, eyeballs sticking to eyelids, children drying up at recess and blowing away sort of dry. Even for denizens of the High Desert, we were impressed.
Amazingly and thankfully, that streak ended tonight. Hannah smelled the rain before she heard it. That amazing scent of wet soil that only comes after a long dry spell. It almost seems like the earth was exhaling after holding it’s breath for so long, releasing pent up energy in a burst of damp joy.
We all ended up outside just enjoying it. Glorious, gentle rain soaking into everything. Clearly I was missing it more than I even realized. I’m sure you’ll see a future post bemoaning how much it’s raining and all the mud, but right now, it is so nice to feel a cool, moist breeze running through our apartment.
Crap, should have brought an umbrella.
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