It was almost bedtime. There began to be lightning and loud thunder. Rain came flying at the house from the North and the West. It blasted through the cracks between the boards and pooled below the bedroom windows.
My landlord came up to see where the rain had gotten in, and we mopped the water up and put rugs under the bedroom windows. In the morning there was water on all the leaves and grass.
I made coffee and thought . I walked into town to fax my tax forms to America. The first place I went directed me to the Department of Tourism, but that turned out to be closed.
I saw a computer store in town, but they did not send faxes, and directed me to the Post Office.
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