After six dry months, the rains have finally started.
It rains hard in the middle of the night, and the days are perfect.
It's mango season; wherever you walk the smell of fermenting mangos rises from the ground. When I'm not walking through mangos, I walk on a carpet of fallen frangipani flowers.
I see more and more geckos in every room.
We knock coconuts down and pick mangos from the trees in our yard, and drink mango and coconut smoothies out on the balcony in the breeze.