Winter Rains

The road was awash in brownish clay after several days of heavy rains. The trade winds had died down some and the humidity collected on us and drenched us. The diesel fumes from the container trucks were heavy in this thick winter air. Dogs barked in the distance but the roosters did not crow. It was the end of another day in paradise. Up the road the stream ran loud ran strong after the rains had settled up in the distance some time ago but there is a lot of land to drain. We live in the valley between two high peaks of volcanic rock and a thin layer of top soil covered every inch by greenery. Its through this same valley that the waters flow rapidly back to the sea, to the pacific sea perhaps only a few feet below our home in elevation.

(c) TPF 2008