going into day 5 feeling sure the windies were destined to triumph

yet after lunch when the storm clouds hung ominously over the blue mountain and lightning flashed behind the north stand – when the thunder rumbled the horns replied. the crowd was cheering the weather on. somewhere in there a conch had been added to the orchestra. at the end of each over the booming PA would mingle with thunder and the crowd would erupt.

the weather in kingston doesnt seem to change, though – the clouds don’t really move, they just fade, shape-change, grow darker, or dissappear. even when it rains the weather is just the same old weather, just manifesting a slight variation in atmospheric expression. this afternoon the clouds disappeared along with the windies into a predictable defeat after all. the prophets had only wanted too much for an event to take place, and by hope were too easily misled.