There’s not really a plant that vividly rings in the end of the wet season.
Cypress needles come close – they are now browning, but that’s a gradual process;
It isn’t until late November that they fall in full.
Streets literally light up in their presence.
But it’s a strange light in that it doesn’t bring warmth, but rather shade … a very deep and luxurious shade, all thanks to its copious canopy of outstretching branches and fern-like leaves.
Raindrops, wind, and a month long aging process eventually drop the flame-like flowers to the ground one by one, or in clusters, often in pavement and inevitably in puddles, where I half expect to hear them sizzle.
I’ve never bothered to take a photo of a flowerless Royal Poinciana tree.
Now of course is my chance … the wet season is over!