When It Rains It Pours

It is hard to describe the rains in Silhouette, to do them justice would be to see them. You hear them before they fall, as the clouds role over the highest point (Mt. Dauban 720m) the rain falls in sheets of cool. Distant at first, with a sound like roaring wind and rustling leaves, they move down the mountain side. The volume increasing as the rain reverberates off the giant palms down through the forest. Eventually when the sound and force reaches its peak, quiet descends. As soon as it had come it had gone. Now once warm ocean breezes are cooled and hot dry air now quenched. With the rain comes all the smells of the forest. The damp earth and smells coloured with green, the atmosphere now thick with moisture coats your lungs as you breathe more deeply. As the clouds fade to sun, normality resumes, earth dries in seconds and north westerly winds sweep the forest smells away and all that remains is the last drops of moisture that still cling to the air, a memory on the wind.