This morning, it rains.
Having an umbrella seems essential, but, even now, there are people walking to work without one.
Ladies in pants suits have raindrops form in their dark hair and drop down on their leather boots like melting black icicles.
Motorcycles speed by with drivers wearing plastic drop cloths pulled over their heads to keep them dry, plastic flapping in the air behind them like huge wings.
Within an hour, rain has moved through and the Earth’s sun comes out.
In Cuenca, the only difference between summer and winter is the amount of rain that falls. The weather this year is, as most people remark, nicer than usual.
Having weather co-operate is wonderful, but weather doesn’t take orders.
We sail the seas but don’t control the currents.