It looks like rainy season is over. Cartoon clouds and lightning bolts illustrated the daily forecast for two months, which always read "scattered thunderstorms".
It didn't rain every day. But when it rained, the skies emptied. If you were caught out, you got soaked. You learned quickly which streets had the best awnings. There was no hope of keeping your feet dry. The roads became rivers and the downspouts were waterfalls for children to play in.
Korah and I had Spanish class together in September. When she found out I was from Alaska, she gasped and said she had always wanted to see the northern lights. Being only 23, she has time to realize her wish. But her comment made me reflect on the gentle, quiet wonder of that northern sky show and the drama of what we were experiencing on our balcony most evenings here in Mexico. The clouds would sneak in quickly from around a hill, the lightning would flash and the thunder would boom in our very building. Once darkness fell, the flashes and bolts of electric light and the crashes of thunder became even more dramatic. I liked that I seemed to be in the very middle of the action.
Back in Juneau, the northern lights seem to appear in the wee hours and on the coldest nights of the year. Watching them is magical but I always want to go back to bed where it is warm.