It’s started raining in waves; a sure sign the dry season (kawem) is drawing to a close and the hurricane season is approaching. When it comes in short, sharp bursts like this, everything gets soggy fast. I don’t think this broad-winged hawk was too impressed with it all.
People ask me about the hurricane season, imagining, I assume, endless days of wild winds and driving rain. But actually it’s not like that. The weather is often great; clear, deep blue skies and high temperatures. The only problem is that every now and then these monsters roll across the Atlantic like giant ten-pin bowling balls and we in the Lesser Antilles all worry if we’re living on the skittle that’s going to be knocked down next.
