The cisterns age filling, and that is a good thing. More rain now.
The storms were intense overnight and reminded me of an expression from when I was a kid in Philly - "God is bowling." We slept in until a luxurious 9:30. The "kids" made a run to Petite Colombe around 10:30 reporting the roads are fine. From our hill I can see a ferry on its way to St. Maarten, the first plane of the morning just landed and there is sunshine on the horizon.