Rainy Day Stew

Somewhere on the island, as rain pours down on the galvanized roof, and the drops create music on the windows and the chickens stand under the mango tree trying to get shelter, and kids are running up and down the mud path jumping into puddles, their laughter echoing through the village. Coming out of the neighbor’s kitchen is the most intoxicating smell of a lobster stew. Ahhh yes, I can almost taste it, the chives, the thyme, the pepper, and yes the fresh lobster. If heaven was food, this would be it.