Mary Faris. Brasilis (№ 311784)

Clutching the bag with the papers, walked to the bar. There was warmth in the palm of your hand over the steam of a coffee: cold, like the water that descended suddenly. A distant forest, was worried. Palm trees at the Church BOM of Jesus shied away from lightning. Birds clung to each other on a beam under the roof of the bar. One neighbor recalled the other on the pillow cases on the balcony. From damp salt gathered clumps in the salt shaker - the bottom of the beer can.
A gust of wind. The draft slammed the door. Cook went behind the bar and told the bartender that cheese bread did not rise in the oven.
In the rain there's no need, ' muttered the man.