SPLISH SPLASH: As the first drops of rain fall, we seek refuge under an overhanging ledge and listen to the raging wind. Within minutes, the road becomes a gushing stream. We lay in mud as dir ty red water floods our refuge, which barely covers our heads. While I’m silently considering the darkest scenarios for the rest of the day, my friend seems to be absorbed with the view of lightning with a childlike happiness, delighted when bean-sized hail hits everything.
