Sometimes the wind blows so hard that it hits the water front and the last thing is the hair gets wet. It's nice, leaving the best for last, but the problem is that the windows fog up my glasses (which are already scratched and they fit my kids) and I can hardly see where I go, where floor and how I do. And it's inconvenient if you bring in tow a child who barely know how to walk alone.
happens in other cases, there is not a breeze and it's inconvenient, because the drops are no longer drops, are buckets of cold water that you walk, creating the back roads, I wet the T-shirt and soak your ass. And there is nothing worse than knowing that you have the ass by distilling water.
Other days, it happens that is a quiet drizzle, barely soft feel. In addition, the front, you have the sun paints the world of seven colors at once. And it is beautiful, yes, but ended up losing the way, or many times and I can barely open my eyes because everything shines.
happens, just that the world is blue, a dull gray and opaque. And sorry if annoying, my soul is quiet, it Amanza. It seems that nothing can be worse and it relaxes me.
And the rain is good at the time, because it makes me feel good.
But it happens that my house is not the best, not very warm when wet and loses ... form. ---
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comes a point that one appreciates what you have in front. Yesterday I shared bread around, and it started to rain. And I thought "shit, I will dip the bread", my mind got ahead of me and I realized something. How lucky I was to take a couple of strips of bread in my house. Stolen
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