Tropical Fervor
Traffic lights sway to the tempo of a tropical percussion, while trees swish in a chorus to and fro tickled by the tune of the air turning in circles as it sweeps ore the peninsula. New fallen leaves, before their time, pepper the sides of the path, some spiraling downward pirouetting above the surface, some whorled off into space; the spinning tops not all in their autumn colors, some still green, some yellow, some orange-red a few golden-brown. The hibiscus shiver from the breeze as if trying to shake loose their pink, red and white dresses or at the very least dry the rainy mist from the frilly frocks. Vehicles continue to sluice through the remnants of the depression; leaving the sound of the slosh as they compose their way to work and to school. As the storm system progresses northward the sun will once again shine; the leaves and flowers will dry as they bathe in the glory of old Sol; the pavement will cease to produce irregular splashing sounds as the rain water evaporates, the loose leaves will become free of moisture, the trees may stand still, at rest from the vigorous dance routine, traffic lights won't be making their dizzying movements and it will be time for lunch …
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