This reminds me of a week I spent in Negril, Jamaica. Every afternoon at two o’clock sharp, a big thunderhead just like this would roll up and drench the island for 15 minutes. You could practically set your watch by them. This was in early October, at the end of hurricane season. It would present a lovely break in the tedious routine of reading trashy novels on a seaside chaise lounge with frozen, artificially-strawberry-flavored rum drinks readily at hand. This was the time to retreat to the enormous Jacuzzi to wait out the downpour. There’s nothing finer than sitting in a Jacuzzi with fellow travelers while cold, wild rain lashes your face and shoulders.

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