And suddenly it was raining something fierce. Not buckets, exactly, more like the angels suddenly drained their heavenly swimming pool, and the drain empties out directly over our house.
I ran upstairs to our deck/living room and found that the tile roof wasn't keeping up with the downpour. Water got everywhere. Meanwhile, Goblin, our pooch, got scared by all the thunder and expressed this by emptying his food dish all over the floor. And it was then, of course, that Hanix woke up crying. We managed to fix the roof leaks by shifting the tiles and wiped the water off the couches with the basket of dry diapers and towels I'd just grabbed off the line. We cleaned up the floor and calmed the baby. And then it was quiet.
But then! Yes, but then came the hail. Hail! In September. In Mexico. And good sized hail, too, about a half inch in diameter. The floor was white with it. We worried the skylight would break.
So we re-fixed the roof, and swept out the hail and wiped off the couches and calmed down the pooch and calmed down the baby and then just shrugged our shoulders and laughed.
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