The monsoons are like clockwork. At 2:30 we hear the rumble in the distance and a dark grey cloud tumbles over the mountains. At 2:45 the sky turns black, the crickets start screeching, there is a loud crack and the rain pours. The thunder is loud and menacing, the sea turns from a crystal blue to a swirling moody grey whipped up by the wind and for about 20 minutes the island has turned from a picturesque paradise to something completely different.
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