Wet season

Our balcony looks South.

 

You can see forever. There is no haze here.

 

A view to the horizon.

 

The days start clear and blue. In the afternoon, the clouds build.

 

It is like this every day.

 

Wet season.

 

We cook dinner and watch the storms roll in. You can see the rain sheeting down in the distance.

 

I can’t capture it on the camera. I don’t have the skill. Purples. Darkness of every shade. I am colour blind, it is the shades I can see but cannot capture.

 

Then it rains. Pours. Sometimes for minutes. Sometimes for hours. The smell is summer. The sound is a white noise that makes you relax. Mind and body.

 

Then it clears. The sky stays dark. The heat returns.

 

Tomorrow will be the same. And the next day.