By Jove, there was a storm here in Fuerteventura last night. It began during the evening. Heavy rain lashed the French windows; plastic chairs and tables were tossed unceremoniously across the floor outside; sand was blown in.
When I arose during the early hours and placed my bare feet on the floor, it was wet. There was a puddle! Rain-water had permeated the windows during the night and flooded the room.
I used bath-towels to soak up the water.
AS I WRITE this journal, the storm has subsided. The sun shines. A small lake has formed across the street, demonstrating the extent of rain-fall.
I shall shortly begin my constitutional, thus witnessing any damage done in the town.
When I arose during the early hours and placed my bare feet on the floor, it was wet. There was a puddle! Rain-water had permeated the windows during the night and flooded the room.
I used bath-towels to soak up the water.
AS I WRITE this journal, the storm has subsided. The sun shines. A small lake has formed across the street, demonstrating the extent of rain-fall.
I shall shortly begin my constitutional, thus witnessing any damage done in the town.
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