Nevis Rain

I love it when it rains. Nevis rain is especially full of wonder. It falls passionately, full of intensity. Mesmerizing trinkles, droplets resonating against cement walls. Watching Nevis rain is akin to glimpsing a dancer gliding across an empty room. Uninhibited, it soars, free, high in its own purposeless abandon. Only when its passion is spent does it softly vanish. The musk of rain, the glistening blades of grass, the widened puddles, bearing witness.