a gorgeous easter sunday and what says easter more than sand and surf? towels are spread, umbrellas are popped open, limbs are slathered in sunscreen. let the party begin. all is in full swing until that little puffy white cloud appears. i know that cloud. sure enough there’s a drop, then two, then a gentle downpour. the revellers scatter like a swarm of bikini clad cockroaches scurrying for cover. a blink of the eye and the beach is deserted.