Steel drums, ringing overhead, woke me in the middle of the night.
“What?” I bolted upright, straining.
Rain pounded the corrugated metal roof, sloshing down the gutters into the cistern beneath the cottage. My persistent headache was gone.
The darkness was heavy with moisture. Pulling in a muggy lungful, I swung open the door to a cool mist fuming off the patio with the force of the cloudburst. Frogs sang madly through the thrumming downpour. Flower scents simmered, rivulets racing over the cobbles into the thirsty earth.
Deafened, still half-dreaming, I lifted my hands to slide my nightshirt over my shoulders and let it drop around my feet. I stepped out into the blinding deluge. Tilting my face up, eyes closed, I opened my arms to the rain.
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