It’s four o’clock in the morning and dark outside. The earth is damp from rain overnight. The evaporation of the wet soil has made the air sticky and there is a static-sounding hiss from water rushing down the drains beside the house. If it doesn’t rain again, the ground will dry up soon, but there’s no predicting rain in Trinidad.
Inside the dark bedroom, water droplets fall from the tall mango tree over the raised house…
