Tales 22

Tales of  one with time: Entry No. 22

As the sky slowly darkens, the temperature seems to go down, you feel less pressure in the atmosphere and the clowds roll over, at a distance you can see lightning striking, comming closer and you can now hear the noise...(Dramatic I know). Over and over it strikes and you can hear the roar getting louder. Downpour beggins in a combination of rain, sleet and shrapnel from all the torn objects. the wind picks up and it's bending palm trees, you can barely walk. It appears you've upset the norse thunder god, Thor.

"The sky is falling, the sky is falling", is what everyone here in Cabo San Lucas sound like whenever a small sprinkling shower befalls us; as crazy as that sounds, even the smallest, most sprinkling of the rainfalls in Cabo damages everything, the streets flud and signs fall, there's accidents (more), the streets begin to crack and break, Hell, today I got out of school an hour early (as every time it rains, which, by the way is what inspired me to write this blog) and even businesses close.

But why?... crappy infra and supra structure mostly, but also because people are so unacustomed to the rain that it is a momentous occasion. People have been so disconected from this that, unless you are a foreingner or at least someone from a place where rain is no big deal (as am I), they pannic, they trully fear when these kinds of things happen.

The messy, botched up streets covered in debris get so crowded and the traffic so unlike the place but, at least the panicing people arent a problem, right? I can't say so, since everyone is so paniced and going out to buy everything made ever, the lines for everything get extremely long, especially gasoline which, like everything else runs out because the most part of the gas we have here is brought by truck and with the streets, they can't make it... having blown my steam off, I think this would be the place to end it.