Sudden storms

In the rainy season, some days just glower all the time the sun is supposed to be out. It's sultry and thick, and the sun is still hot somewhere behind that wall of oxidized tin in the sky. At night, you can taste seaweed in the heavy air, pungent and warm.

Any time, out of nowhere, the wind comes up. The humidity falls. The hot wet blanket blows off your body and you know the big, warm drops will fall in the cooler air.

They do fall. They pelt. It's amazing. And 20 minutes later, it's as if the grouchy old man in the corner of the sauna has tossed his scoop of water on the coals again. Just try to take a breath.

Between those times, the air is. . .

Green.