Water, Water Everywhere

rainThe rain started with a pit, pit, pat on our metal roof,  the sound relief.

It had been stifling hot for weeks on end, and like the old ladies here, I took to carrying a cloth to wipe my neck and arms as the humidity climbed to high-five the temperature already in the 90s.

We got up at five to go on our daily beach walk with the dogs, and even so they were panting and scouting for water on our return. If we slept in until six, it was too hot. By noon all of us melted like chocolate bars left on a dashboard in a Texas summer. In the suffocating heat, dogs retreated under chairs or my desk to lie flat-out on the cool floor, and I spent most of my days at my desk with a fan blowing.

Over the weekend the weather seemed to swell like a boil. The afternoons stifled any activity except the buzzing of insects. Evenings gave us no breeze; it felt like a sauna.

And then Sunday night the rains came, pit pitting at first, and then they burst forth in a wall of water that thundered down soaking the earth. The smell of moss and grass and  primordial jungle rose up and blew in the warm wind. I saw flashes of lightning and counted out the miles–one-one thousand, two-one thousand–until the bang.  Sometimes the air filled with electricity but the thunder was way off up the coast or out to sea. But these tropical storms are unpredictable, and by two in the morning it had swung over our heads. The sky lit up casting shadows in the night and BANG! BANG! BANG! the thunder shook our bed like an earthquake, letting us know the storm was right here, right now. That is when all the dogs, both inside and outside dogs, came in the house for the night.

There have been news reports of widespread damage along the southern Caribbean, but we are safe. Not even any leaks. The past few days have been cool in the mornings and the world is fresh again, revived after the storms.


Published by SC Morgan

I grew up in Oregon and learned not everything is black and white. Now I live in the jungles of Costa Rica where the shades of gray cover the full spectrum. I shoot my mouth off on my blog, social media sites, and sometimes I get published. You can find my blog here: https://scmorgancom.wordpress.com/

4 thoughts on “Water, Water Everywhere

  1. I love the way you wrote this. I felt like I was right there, experiencing the stifling heat and then the downpour that brought some relief, but also insecurity because of the violence of the storm.


    1. Thanks for stopping by, Michael, and glad you enjoyed the vicarious tropical weather. The sun is back out today in all its blistering glory and temperatures are climbing again; there should be another downpour in a few days. Fingers crossed.


    1. No rain for a year!? Wow. I can only imagine that Tenerife must get the arid winds from Spain and Africa. I love it when it rains. Aside from cooling the temperature down by a good 10º, it’s wonderful weather for writing. Love it.


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