dank and drip dropping out there!
Wwe were in Merida, high in the Andes, it rained for ooh 40 days and 40 nights, just bucketting down. the drainage system couldn’t cope and all the water welled up and out onto the street. It would gush hurtle along through the gutters in a torrent.
Nothing to do, so we’d spend all day playing hands of Bridge in the veggie cafés, drinking Polar Beer.
Folding the paper napkins up into Origami boats, then racing them along in the stream
pell mell but peaceful