It's raining it's pouring

Last weekend it was migraine that prevented me for being shore bound. This weekend it looks as though it may be the weather. My co-worker, recently transplanted from Florida, had an interesting observation about the rain here as we headed back from the bar. the rain here is cold. It doesn't matter how warm the surrounding air is...the precipitation itself is chilly. She's the only person here I've heard say that her blood is too thin for this climate. She was actually shivering! I found tonight's weather, despite the sudden downpour that just now began, to be heavenly.

I'm slowly finding the small pocketed communities of like minded individuals to socialize with. Slowly. Outside of the bar scene. I'm not a big fan of the bar scene. I may be able to dive deeper into assorted hobbies, interests and quirks, free time permitting...I seem to be taking on a lot already, but enjoying it all. I have yet o find somewhere to pick up T'ai chi chuan...but that too will come. As well as a new uniform...

The rain today...drenching the outcasts who make the bus shelters thier nightly abodes. Sweeping the litter...cigarette butts, coffee cups, plastic bags...all seaward. Leaving the air fresh and crisp. Quenching the dry ground. Aiding in the fermentation of the fallen mangoes. I love my walk home. Particularly the last block. Past the fire station and a few loitering teens. Under the enormous mango tree. I long to pick through the fruit, but the branches are too high. And the windfall..split and rotting on the ground. Smelling sweeteningly sick, sickeningly sweet...the stench intoxicating and heavy...it will be all the worse tomorrow after this rain.