[I meant to write about this experience in Brazil a while back but forgot, and it just came back to me again the other day.]

The heat and humidity are oppressive. I feel smothered by a thick, damp blanket, pressed to the earth by a heavy, enclosing hand. It's too hot to move or even breathe, and the flat, grey clouds muffle any breeze. Even thought slows as I sit and stare.

The wind stops abruptly and the giant's hand is lifted. Fat, ripe, juicy raindrops explode on hot parched skin, detonating shivers of pleasure, waves of delicious coolness. I stand in the open, face turned to the sky, eyes closed, smiling, opening like a flower.