The summer sun, in the end ends up overwhelming. It gives way to cold, damp autumn and winter rains. It's nice to enjoy the drops at first, before they become, of course, a run over the seasons.
and address those things that can not be consummately enjoyable in life, it remains to examine in the bowels of the joint moments to the passage of minutes and take the beginning of the end of a season.
That's how I found out a room at six in the evening with a dark sky from eleven in the evening. It rained exaggerated and absurd. More than a year, perhaps, than in Osorno not raining so hard. Then I waited a minute under the roof of a building, immediately afterwards, I took the cap of my Parck college, took a deep breath and launched myself just like that to jump puddles on the sidewalk and then cross the street as fast as I could.
That's when I greeted the dark. Anyway amounted to look between the free flow water the umbrella of the people. Yes, those umbrellas that kept me moving.
tried several times to advance to the crowd for an entire block, but it was impossible to overtake passers passive conditions thanks to its umbrella covers.
Then I gave up and walked in the rain. And I thought << bah, que importa, si más mojada no puedo estar >>. But down the block from the front, and as I was approaching the corner to move forward, now if, with the speed that I liked, watched as the rain caused a kind of hysteria quiet and shy. While rebel hit the water hard on the clothes, people undertook races, ran for shelter or simply fast forward to test if they could save you a few more drops of wet. That's how my ancestors walk quickened their pace, but unfortunately just at the last minute, that is, when I approached the corner.
lights and honking cars, traffic lights, street conversations, and even the occasional screams were increasingly repressed by the weight of the rain. Bouncing water to reach the floor was the only sound you could hear the crowds as they ran.
All that captivated me. I am delighted because it was raining hard. Because there were crowds and, above all, because it was raining exceptionally miraculous and without the damn wind that brings tears to the eyes. Yes that damn wind, when it runs dry and conceited in the morning I wet the face, and in the evenings, serves the same self-absorbed and stubborn mission. And you
What kind of relationship does the rain?.
