Bright sun and muggy warmth bursts into heavy rain at a moment's notice. It's warm and clean, damping down all of the dust and washing away the smell of the streets. Moments later the clouds rush on and the sun returns. The gutters run heavily downhill, the walls steam in the strongest beams, and those without umbrellas walk back out from under the eaves.
One of the breaks between showers I sat deep in the trees at Parc de Belleville, trying to capture the shadow on the dusty path and the light glowing from behind the leaves. Rolling thunder followed me all the way home before the clouds broke again right as I slipped into our doorway.