The rainy season began last night. Maybe.
The sis-bam-boom of thunder and lightning, and the crescendo of fat raindrops pounding the skylights, was a welcome spectacle last night, assuming it was the overture to this year's rainy season.
Certainly it was enough to rinse off the roof of the house. Now we can shut off the two overflow valves so the next rain goes into the cistern under the terrace.
The rain also revivified the tender growth on some trees that appeared a month ago, but later had second thoughts and began to shrivel for lack of moisture, to straighten up and look alive.
Going from flower to fruit sometimes is a slow and tricky leap, so I'm not having visions of guava paste and cream cheese yet. We have cherry, plum and apricot trees that have flowered for the past three years but it was all a tease with no fruit following.
On Friday, contractors also had just finished resurfacing our access road with a fresh coat of tepitate, a local sand-like dirt used for paving, and a good rainfall will help pack it down.
But have we?
Shush. Better not get too excited. Mid-May seems a little early for the rains to begin. Maybe climate change is speeding up the seasons.
I'd just better quit right now before I jinx this happy turn of events.