they receive over
three thousand hours of sun a year.
It never rains for too long, but weather
is an advertiser’s smile
not a rule.  

While I moved on the bow of a tour boat, precipitation
threatened, then landed, coating my hair
and skin.  Storm-awakened water
churned under, around  

me, alive.
I fell and rose in the upheaval.  

My lips taste of salt.