Boracay After A Storm

We should have seen it coming. In fact, we did, but the white sand and the calm sea distracted us from the signs. All day storm clouds glowered over Caticlan but the sky was blue over Boracay.

It stormed all night.

Our little unit at Marzon sprung a leak and when the fury of the rain and thunder and lightning was over, we heard the thump thump of the Marzon handyman on the roof, repairing the corrugated iron roof while the cleaning ladies mopped and cleaned below.

The rain eased off by morning and we set off for a jet-skiing session we'd booked the day before.
On the platforms anchored far out in the water, the crew seemed extra watchful of the flotsam that the storm had churned out.
Branches of trees and the husks of blown-down coconuts provoked a flurry of activity, the men rushing to extract the item from the sea.

They were catching crabs!
In the hour I was on the platform, they caught a dozen crabs. By the end of the day, they are going to have a feast!

Fruits of the storm.