I look in the window of my house, I see the magnificent Avila, a wind from the east begins to blow hard, breaks off the sky, a heavy rain falls couples October and followed on the street the trees, the roof of my house and my hand when I remove it for testing is cold Auditors.
In Caracas, October is a month of heavy rain, since I know is, is already the end of the season, and this last part, dismisses the period strongly, The San Francisco Cordonazo , we continued to punish the entire month, people think it is a single rain but I have developed the theory that there are many, are a series of strong storms with thunder and lightning, the kind that scare children, and for which my grandmother used the occasion to tell moving stories of God and the angels in heaven , , is that the windows are very heavy and roll them ...., sound and insisted to my face in disbelief and impact.
nonstop rain falls, thunder preceded lighting flash rate is increased, the cordonazo - is today, says Raquel. I keep looking out the window, I splashed water on his face and is maximum enjoyment, I let myself down and soak in the water. - windows, close the window that gets the water, no that's not the top, my love gets water for the study, unplug it .... in short, as are tropical houses are very open windows and get the water can leave the things of the downpour.
The green of the Avila intensifies, the clouds cover half of the hill, and fantasize about the fog comes up to my window, but I'm not near the mountain, wish I was above, but in the bush, but within of Avila.
still thundering, light quivers, - My love, light .... will damage the fridge .... says Raquel, I'm still in the window, I can not move, the rain has haunted me, all electrical appliances reset sound in his power flicker, hopefully not damaged, I think. Still raining cats and dogs, we go to bed with a shower of substance and who sleeps next to a river. Tomorrow, the tail will be phenomenal, and news of falling houses and streets frightening. So farewell
rain in Caracas.