As I have stated, “You can never have too many sunset pictures.” I think I am up to a few hundred already although I have missed many nights.
So last night I noticed that there were many layers of clouds moving quickly above us - puffy dark gray clouds pushing in amongst the puffy white clouds but still blue skies above them all. The fiery sunset progressed into the multi-coloured aftershow then darkness fell rapidly as it does here in the tropics. Meg and I headed upstairs to enjoy the breeze that was picking up. The breezes that blow through our casa make the intense heat of the sun bearable during the day (it’s well over 37C in the direct sun) and gustier breezes seem to blow away any nasty biting insects that loiter on our periphery. We both heard the sound of palm branches rustling although ‘rustle’ does not quite describe it correctly. It’s more like the sound of small bamboo sticks clacking together. Nonetheless the rustle was not palms but rain smacking on the ground and terrace. Rain?...here in Cuyutlan in December? No way! (It’s very unusual to get rain in the winter but obviously it can happen.)
Living thisclose to the ocean shore is very noisy. The waves bound the shore constantly creating a thunderous din
Well, it was rain and lots of it! The splatter grew into a
torrential rainstorm. Heavy torrents of rain blasted us as were scurried around
grabbing things that could blow away – the pool floats, swim gear, plastic
covers – and moving furniture away from the soak, all the while trying to stay
upright on slippery tile floors.
The wind was gale force by now, palms fronds were churning
around wildly. Then came the lightning and the thunder. It was like a big budget
movie with the continuous flashes of lightning bouncing between and behind the
clouds and the blazing yellow bolts barreling into the ocean. What a show! I
was spellbound. I don’t know why storms thrill me so much. Meg, on the other
hand, was buried under the covers, ear-plugged and anxious.

