I don’t own an umbrella because umbrellas are for tourists.
As you can see below, we’re entering the heart of the pink part on the right, but from here it seems dark grey with
occasional [edit: frequent] flashes of blinding white and thunderous noise. I’m glad I’m not Colombia, though, dayum.
It’s raining and thundering so loud here I can hardly hear myself think. Also, car alarms are going off and Pucha is trying to crawl herself into a mousehole. Pupo is too young to be scared and is eating a shoe. I’m going to go for a run because a man still needs his exercise. Don’t worry, I have a heavy duty umbrella so I don’t get wet.
In all honesty, it’s not safe to walk outside when it’s raining. I went half a block to get the best hun-cal froyo today and there were two downed wires laying on the ground in the rain. All I can say is, I hope they don’t tase me, bro.