The Dominican Republic has been in the worst drought since 1997 (and this one is worse).
It virtually didn't rain all summer, and we've had just a few good rains in the last month.
We had so little rain that our water levels were getting critically low. And I'll tell you, nothing gets you looking anxiously at every gray cloud (and praying) like knowing that drinking water could soon be a problem. They were already rationing running water to homes--sadly, it was being restricted especially in poorer neighborhoods.
So it was incredibly exciting to get rain this week. It rained three out of the last four days. It felt like love rained down from God.
Owen and I have had to return to our rain tradition. Because our back patio is unfortunately slanted toward the house, we get flooding in our back two rooms when it rains heavily. Enormous puddles! Thankfully, tropical architecture is all about tile, so it's not the disaster it would be in the states. We just basically have to sweep it out the back door and then off the porch before it flows back in. With some mopping to finish the job.
We mopped two nights of the last four, dealing with massive amounts of water in our house. It's been months since that happened.
And sometimes, a little bit of "flooding" feels like an amazing, blessing-from-God kind of problem.