The sky gets away with being dramatic far better than humans do. This week, it hasn't decided what it wants - so it throws tantrums of rain, and then sweetens up, before it collapses in fits of drizzle again. But it is beautiful. And overwhelming. Wonderfully so.
And I found anthuriums today - furled little trumpets, and wings spread - I didn't know they even grew here. They so remind me of home and a garden full of mango trees, and giant spotted leaves, and these in red and pink.