Last night was heavy rain. It has actually rained more in the last 24 hours than it has for all of October. It does not rain all day, but rather the dark clouds move in a night and the downpour commences. Last night there were two landslides - both in favelas - one person died.
I love the rain. It smells so good and I love the sound it makes hitting the trees and rooftops. Last night, though, I couldn't help but think about this boy, Mattheus, who Russell and I met slacklining. He, along with his parents, I'm pretty sure are homeless. I wondered where they went to hide from the rain all night.
What a difference, huh? I enjoy the rain from a 9th story beachfront window. Others probably dread it, fearing that their houses will fall down mountains, and some not even having a home to retreat to.
But still, I look at the sky and am thankful that my life is so beautiful.
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