Rain on Paradise Island

I have lost the view of Moorea Island. The one that I can see when I stand on the terrace before my garden. In fact, I cannot even sea the Pacific Ocean anymore! ☹ Instead, I hear the rush of water in a river that I never before knew existed somewhere in the deep recesses of the jungle behind my house.

It has been raining non-stop since Thursday. It has been raining so hard I have a natural swimming pool of muddy water instead of green grass in the garden. Of course, Alto is all excited about the pool – it becomes his very own private bathing pool. He traipses through the house leaving adorable little muddy paw prints. Now he has his own special paw towel, which I use to clean the mud off his paws before allowing him to step into the house.

The sun has a virtually short life during these rainy days. Dark, gloomy clouds pregnant with a zillion drops of moisture close over the sunlight, leaving all of Tahiti in a somber grey shadow. The wind blows incessantly, leaving a chill in my bones like never before. During these days, Xav, Alto and I keep an eye out for the rain to stop before hurrying out to take a quick walk up our little mountain.

With all this rain, who could believe that we really are on paradise island?