Like Costa Rica Rain…

One of the things I love most about traveling with my family is the way our shared experiences shape the way we see things, long after the trip is over.  Yesterday afternoon, it rained pretty hard here for a little while, just before my daughter and I had to go out to pick up my son at the high school.

“Wow,” she said. “It’s like Costa Rica rain.”

We both watched out the window for a minute, then said at almost the same time, “But not quite.”   Because the rain in the jungle this August was so unique, so dependably spectacular and loud every afternoon at about four o’clock.

I love that our summer trip gave my daughter and me that secret, shared way of seeing a September downpour. It rained hard yesterday. 

Almost like Costa Rica rain. But not quite.