March is one of the dryer months on Marinduque but, even in March, it rains.

This is a morning rain that lasts an hour, steady. Rain runs off the tin roof and puddles in the yard. After thirty minutes, soil turns to a mud you can’t shake off your shoes. 

We stay indoors and wait.

I sit on the front porch on a bamboo bed with no mattress and a little pillow behind my head, listen to the rain make drumbeats on the roof.

Nature makes good music.




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