rainy season. at once wonderful and awful. the promise of life, the revival of all growing things, brings a joy to the hearts of all in the Honduran campo. corn can be planted, zacate grows quicker, and everything begins to swell and grow ripe. but the constant wetness, the grey skies, the lack of sun, heat, and clarity bring a certain sadness into the air. clothes are constantly humid, rain boots become a necessity, and leaving the house grows into a task instead of a joy. it is amazing how a change in weather can inflict a change in lifestyle so quickly. and this is another reason I don't think i could ever spend my entire life in a country like Honduras. 3 months straight of rain would bring about depression every time, and slowly but surely i would probably lose the only marbles i have left. and although it's not much, but i prefer to be somewhat sane to being completely lost in dark brooding thoughts. and sure, one can say, it's all in your head, rain is life, it's a happy time. of course it is, but not when it happens every day, week upon week, with no end in sight, and everything begins to mold and rot, including the mind. i don't know how they do it here, how they maintain their smiles, but they do. that's for damn sure.