The Dry Season is here and beaches and rivers are flooded by city dwellers every weekend. The migration to the countryside is impressive. Thousands of automobiles slowly make their journey bumper to bumper to the beautiful beaches of Farallón, Río Mar, Santa Clara, Coronado, Punta Chame and nameless gurgling rivers and streams near the metropolis.
Upstairs the sky is soft blue, and lazy fluffy clouds dance gracefully with the wind. El Verano is here and people are having a ball frolicking in the rhythmic waters away from the mayhem of the cities. Rains will not return until mid-April. Meanwhile, the sun is King during the Dry Season.
As for me, I prefer the cobalt skies, the sound of thunder and the rat-tat-tat pelting of raindrops on the roof. For me the Rainy Season is music to my ears. The grass is green, flowers grow, birds sing, and the world is filled with life. Yep, diversity of preferences is a good thing.