Waves and Troughs

 Saturday brought heavy rain and high winds racing over the mountains.  In the dark of the morning, I donned a rain poncho and headed out, only to find out that classes are canceled!  A RainDay.  Well, yes, it was a lot of rain, but the streets were passable, and... it's just rain.  Since it's still the dry season and the earth is parched, I guessed that all this water would pass in a matter of moments.

I continued to school to meet with a relentlessly talented, young cellist named Coman. Even if snow were falling on the Pitons,  Coman would still arrive at school, on time, oblivious of any extra effort or inconvenience.

Some students rescheduled for the afternoon, but by 3pm, even I was concerned about the weather.  Torrents of water pounded the roof and walls of the ancient wooden building.  Leaks opened up in the kitchen ceiling and water poured in through open windows. Electricity flickered and threatened to quit.  Students finally canceled the last afternoon classes, and the few remaining packed up and began the drive north.

Indeed, the gutters along the streets of Castries were in overflow, and pedestrians waded across streets on their way to mop out shops.
Previously nascent rivers erupted into the ocean, and large tree limbs and trash bobbed in the surf.
The extremely wet weather continued into the next morning, but by this afternoon the tropical wave had passed over.  Locals pondered the unseasonably soaking.  Could it be another result of global warming?