05/09/2014
The sky is full of black clouds. Flashes of lightning lit up the courts, old houses, and ramshackle porches, and thunder begins to roar overhead. No birds sing any longer, but the leaves of the trees rustle and a wind blows against our faces. A drop of water falls, then another, and then the rain falls on the leaves of the trees and the iron roofs with a noise reminding us of the beating of drums. A brilliant stripe o flight fills the sky. Suddenly there comes a terrible thunderclap overhead, and then the sky is full of roars of thunder.
