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Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Rainy Mornings in Jamaica, Excerpt Tim Book


Another excerpt from the Book, Night Nurse... ©®™ Crystal Evans 


The overcast morning cast a silence on the rural community, birds chirped and dogs bark and you could hear the night insects humming in the background. You could heard droplets of Dew accumulated on the zinc top making its way to the ground in a solid thub. Overnight Dew glistened like sprinkling of diamonds on the leaves of the trees, tipping their ends like fake fingernails on a woman's hands. 

The plants looked lazy, almost content as they had received more than a Bellyful of water during the last week's continuous rainfall. The tea bush paraded a deep green alongside lime green coloured leaves. The mango tree dazzled with deep green leaves, light green, golden, brown and orange leaves.  The mountains stood gallantly in a dark green dominance tracing the horizon into infinity, and the grey sky with cuts of silvery clouds masked a sunrise hidden in its silver lining. Coconut tree leaves did a slow dance like fingers on a piano and the breeze was cool, calming almost as if everything in the world at that moment was incredible perfect. 

Water sat in silent puddles in the yard and the pot holes on the road were like muddy swimming pools. The grass flushed standing tall and strong due to the cessation of trampling from feet that were force to remain inside. The ground begged for sunshine since the rains beat its surface to a brownish pulp, the dirt couldn't resist and folded inwards with even a slight press of child's finger. The hard "dutty" was pummeled to a soft giant. The ground was very powerful because in the end it will stand supreme since in time it swallows up all those who live on or trample it beneath their feet and roots. 

Nature stood in his regality as the humans sleep, their virve reduced by the frequent rains that put their daily schedule on a halt. A man passed the road way on his way to work and the gentle breeze assuage Apple's nostrils with the nauseating scent of his cologne. His body odor will turn musky by midday when it is mixed with perspiration. 

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