Off in the distance I could hear the
faintest whisper of sound in the back ground. It gradually got louder. Looking
in that direction I could see a low hanging dark grey cloud moving slowly in my
direction. Beneath the cloud was a veil of dark streamers reaching to the
ground, dumping a tropical downpour on the jungle as it swept along. The
millions upon millions of large raindrops splattering on leaves, splashing into
puddles marked its coming with a whispering roar that got louder and louder as
it got closer.
Billions of raindrops, rushing toward the
ground, pushing the air ahead of them, created a warm humid wind blowing out
in all directions, carrying the scent of sweet blossoms and decaying
vegetation. So dense that the cascading rain obscured the landscape behind it,
the storm swept across the marina with an enveloping roar of falling water that
lasted only a few minutes and was gone.
Soon the sun appeared from behind the
tattered clouds, just in time to heat the already steamy air as we packed up
and lugged dufflebags to the marina office for checkout and to await the arrival
of the van to the tiny Placencia Airport.
We’ve been here a week or so. Now it’s
finally time to go; I can’t believe how quickly time has flown. Packing up the
bathing suits…that’s a sign we must be going home. When we get back home, and
they ask us what we miss most, we’ll shrug our shoulders and we’ll smile…
If you would like to see a twenty-five minute video of
these ten days of adventure,click on the hotlink below.
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