Read this extract from "A High Wind In Jamaica" by Richard Hughes
The sun was still red and large: the sky above cloudless, a light blue glaze poured over
baking clay: but close over the ground a dirty grey haze hovered. As they followed the
lane towards the sea they came to a place where, yesterday, a fair-sized spring had
bubbled up by the roadside. Now it was dry. But even as they passed some water
splashed out, and then it was dry again, although gurgling inwardly to itself. But the
group of children were hot, far too hot to speak to one another: they sat on their ponie-
as loosely as possible, longing for the sea.
List four things from this part of the text about the weather in Jamaica.