Later in the afternoon, much like where I grew up in tropical Florida, the saturated rain clouds that had been brewing over the ocean were upon us. A brisk breeze announced the storm's approach.

Covered in sand and sticky and sweaty from the humidity, I climbed up the silks. The cool breeze tickled my skin and blew the silks out from under me. Hanging twenty feet above the beach, I could see the rain creeping across the ocean. I love the smell of rain especially in a tropical environment, so rich and pure. The salt humid air cut by freshness. I hung upside down and watched it approach.