Cotonou has two rainy seasons — a small one and a big one. We have apparently survived the small one.
I say “apparently” because we barely saw any rain. People at work would be talking about massive storms, and we would be like, “Um, what? We had no idea.” That’s because most of them happened in the evenings, and our bedtime lately has been embarassingly early. Hey, don’t judge. We’re on baby time.
We’re also lucky that all roads between our house and the Embassy happen to be paved, so rain doesn’t impact our commute as much as it does some people.
After a rain, much of the rest of Cotonou looks a little something like this:
Bring on the big rainy season. We can take it.