Rain

After months of drought the sound of rain drops on the fiberglass deck woke us up. We harried to make sure all the hatches were shut tight, then settled in the cockpit to enjoy lightning drowning into the sea. Heavy drops were making their way down the dodger and the sides of the cabin in brown straems, untill all the dust was washed off in a sudden downpure. At the daybreak, the sun rose as if nothing had happened during the night. We stayed in the Harbour Village Marina, where the calms allowed us to replace the old main sail with the new. We lasted there two nights under the invasion of mosquitos, flying from the lagoon across the street. Beside the nasty beasts, the stink arose from the lagoon, connected to the sea by a narrow stream, at every low tide. Even though, we enjoyed watching pink flamingos feeding in it's shallows. We are on the mooring now, where the mosquitos can not reach us, swimming off the boat in the sea, that is in April almost as warm as the air.