There is a sadness in the lack of rain; a continuous longing for the arrival of a good downpour to appease the dust and to ease the thirst of the land at the Caribbean. The constant beat of the music, the endless festivals and the stridently colourful polleras offset this sadness. It seems the Caribbean was design to bear fruit regardless; designed to be linked to this rare resilience that never gives up and holds onto being beautiful, happy and untouched by adversity.