An off-the-cuff decision to walk down to the beach. It was threatening rain and sure enough, before I got to the bottom of the hill it was pouring. I sought shelter at the Icebergs swimming club, concerned my camera would get sodden.
A place usually crammed with hot, tanned bodies was deserted, the hollowed-out pool was waterless, the only sound the ocean crashing against the rocks. Two surfers ran into the water and started paddling. It began to thunder.