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.