It was supposed to stop raining here by the middle of last month. The one advantage of my visa delay was that it was virtually guaranteed I would miss the rainy season altogether. In theory.

Surprise, surprise… the skies forgot to close shop over the Districto Federal and, wow, is it ever coming down out there. Innocent people who left the office dry an hour ago are coming in from lunch totally drenched.

Welcome to climate change, folks! Goodbye to good, ol’ predictable weather, as we once knew it.

Talk about experiential learning; I am getting a real, live introduction to the effects of so-called "global warming" in the same office as people are trying to provide early warning and assessment of such phenomena. Let me tell you, it’s real, and it’s happening right here, right now…

My two umbrellas, brought just for days like today, are hanging on the back of my door in my bedroom. My MEC rain jacket is safe in my closet. All very useful.

I am mentally preparing for a very wet journey home.

Mexico City is known for its acid rain. Yummy! “Oh, if all of the rain drops were sugar drops and gum drops…”