drought

This morning I was looking at the mahogany leaves on the balcony. They normally drop their leaves several times a year, but with the drought we've been having, I think it's more severe than usual. This is the closest thing to autumn we see, I suppose.

The drought in 1995 was much worse - we didn't even get a mist of rain for five months. The infuriating thing was all the rain we could see falling out at sea, like the ocean really needed more water.


Mom tells me, though, that when she first came here, the island was always brown, so I suppose we have 0ur cycles.



But I remembered from growing up here that it never fails to rain on Good Friday, no matter how light the rainy season has been. And guess what? It did finally rain. The devil was beating his wife for a few hours (that's what we say when the sun's out but it's raining). It was dry at home, but I could see the rain was falling between me and the sun. But then it just started raining for real.