The rhythm of the sky

That purple of the sky. That purple that is so impenetrable that you’re not sure if it’s clear sky or clear water. 

It’s neither. 

As the brooding purple looms over the horizon, all that is growing green become even more verdant with the pending moisture, like they’re impatiently anticipating more opportunity to grow in the rich, tropical soils. The contrast of the sky amplifies the expansive green and energises the otherwise heavy pre-precipitation air.

The storm is easy to see, to predict. You’ve just got enough minutes to seek shelter under the awning of a nearby building or big-leafed tree. And minutes later, it passes. The purple sky peels back to the bright blue sky, having you realise how silly you were to think that brooding purple sky was anything but.

Thong-clad feet recommence their saunter down the road, knowingly dodging potholes and crumbling roads now sodden from purple skies, now reflecting the bright blue above. The carefree pause, a reminder that life on the island echoes the rhythm of Mother Nature. 

Lesson 30: Haste in the rain only hastily wets you.