Come Rain or Shine
There I was stood behind a glass wall in the entrance of a carpark, staring out as the rain poured down outside. The sky was dark grey and ‘pouring’ is a generous word to describe the type of rain coming down, it was so heavy and relentless that it had started to leak through the glass wall and was creating puddles by my feet. I had made the rookie mistake of forgetting about rainy season in Guatemala. Anyone would think …
