Just we two in a night that was about to raise the spirits. Storm. Thunder. Lightning. Rain in stream. First, the wind was blowing mostly to our favour. We both were concentrating on our roof above. Mainly two, three tin squares, that we had to be concerned about. The second bottom right corner as well the second left bottom corner. I was trusting in your skills and the roof and that it will hold for us. You were hoping the same. Just slightly different. Asking, praying for the necessary strength to hold the tin roof together as well as us dry.
The moment in memory changes slightly. The wind as well. It was blowing almost frontal into our nightly shelter and with the wind the rain was also coming. We weren't concerned about the roof anymore. We were concerned to stay dry at all. We both were jumping up towards the window. Grabbing what was left of the woven blankets. I jumped backed in a funny dance of tip toeing grabbing a piece of plastic sheet. Throwing one end towards him, holding the other, tip toeing back to the window and with bonded strength pressing the flatted out plastic sheet against the window walls, to keep the rain and wind outside. Keeping our strength combined in rough spanned blue construction foil.
The wind finally changed. They managed to barricade the open window front with the construction foil. What about the cows? Were they all happy? Were they all alright and well? What about the dogs? Pablo? Tshad? All good. You calmed me down.
An other shift in memory. Wet feet. A new morning. Daylight in your eyes. A rainy moment of its special kind with a special person I will carry with me in my thoughts and heart … combined with a cracked heart and an unforgiving pain.
Thanks man! Seriously, mister … For letting me jump over pillows, people, fire, milk, dogs andmore. A schooling, unbalanced, self centred me.
One rainy moment. One of the special kind. More rainy moments? More of the special kind!