The Paris Review
1 year agoLove Songs: "Aguacero" - The Paris Review
This week, the Review is publishing a series of short reflections on love songs, broadly defined.The first time I felt tropical rain was an erotic revelation: I was nine, visiting family in Puerto Rico on a Carnival cruise.At home in California, rain was cold feet and flooded freeways.But on the island, rain came fast and hot, soaked through my cotton dress, then-sliced by sun-revealed a rainbow.