I woke to the low buzz of my phone and a message this morning. “Heavy rain expected.” I lay there listening to the fan, feeling the kind of heat that promises a storm. Around here, you can feel it before you can see it. The mornings arrive warm and heavy instead of pleasant, and by noon, the air settles over the Bay of Banderas like a blanket. I got up and went outside to sit on my porch in Bucerías, coffee cup in hand, the ceiling fan spinning …