It's been raining since noon yesterday. After a few hours of no electricity, everything and everyone has moved beyond resignation into quiet enjoyment. The tabibuia tree has shed all its flowers; the new drains are doing a good job of holding up; if the roads are flooded it's not apparent from my window.
In fact, what with the airport having shifted and the sudden and huge silence over the air and the chatter of the birds, we could be somewhere far away from the city.
Lying awake at 3 in the morning, watching the night turn into dawn, I realise that everything is perfect.
And Sur, there are your yellow frangipanis. (km, if it's any consolation, the mangoes are dropping like flies in the unseasonal rains.)