Sexta-feira 14 Março 2008
After the storm
I thought that at least the roosters would not crow. Neither sun, nor rain, nor gloom of night will stop these cocks from their appointed duty of interrupting the town’s sleep patterns.
I got out of cama after 8 am and walked downstairs to make some cha. My right foot splashed water as it hit the tiled floor. I grabbed a broom and towels and started herding and sopping up puddles of agua off the floor. We have fan blades whirling to dry the floor. A man is moving tiles on the roof as I post this. At the next chuvarada we will check for leaks and place the necessary buckets and pans. Forecasts call for mais rain.