Tropical Rain

I woke today to the pounding sound of rain. I went to the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. No one here on Saint Lucia drinks coffee and there is not a coffeepot to be had. Instant Nescafe is the only choice available. This is something that really surprised me. Many volunteers brought coffee and a small Starbucks Press. I sat on the porch and watched the rain come down in sheets of water. Tropical rain is so refreshing. The air cools, the rooster’s silence, and the pounding drops on aluminum roofs is deafening.

I tried to explain to my host family that when it rains in Los Angeles everyone stops what they are doing and rush to the windows. There we remain silent watching a phenomena that rarely occurs in our dry climate. It’s an event in Los Angeles that is talked about with enthusiasm. To my host family, it’s a hardship because the catering business will be slow and less money will come into their pockets.

I finished my coffee and decided to make another cup, I reached the kitchen to find Bea making a cinnamon drink…YUM! She boiled cinnamon sticks that she retrieved from her country farm and then added sugar to sweeten the hot drink. Hot Cinnamon is my new favorite drink.