A friend of mine sent me an email a couple of days ago which took me back to the beautiful times we spent in Brazil. He said "The other day it was raining a lot, and I pictured you … next to the window looking at how the sky was falling down and the rivers were running through the streets"
Given that in Lima (where I come from) it hardly rains, and when it does it is almost unnoticeable, I used to be / still am so amazed by the rain and the strength of the storms. I remember Johi asking me if I ever used the window cleaners of a car, or if I ever handled an umbrella… which I never did till then.
Rain here is different. I don’t see rivers, but I see lakes. The sky turns grey instead of spark with lights.


