In Boston, it rained every day except on the day we arrived and for a few hours when the sun seemingly miraculously broke through just in time for my daughter and her novio to exchange their vows on a small, flower-strewn dock on a pretty lake in front of the houses of her father and grandfather. In Houston, of course, it had not rained at all for weeks. Here back in the Xalapa area, it rained way too much, as we discovered yesterday upon talking to friends and neighbors. There were horrific storms that frightened even people who have lived with storms their whole lives. The quantity of rain that fell sounds biblical.