For locals, this is the true test of character. From October, the humidity rises like a clenched fist. The air becomes thick enough to drink. The ocean turns to glass. Even the birds go silent. In Darwin, air conditioners wheeze, and cold showers become a ritual. Tourists flee south. The locals grow quiet, irritable, watching the sky.
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Yet between the cyclones, there is .
Come in the Wet.