We came back from the beach house a day early due to torrential rain. The car almost got swallowed by the sea when we left (more on that later), so I was so thankful to be back in Santos, alive.
We had out driven the storm, and it finally reached us after dinner.
Once in bed for the night, Gabi and I laid awake for a long time listening to the thunder. I have never heard anything like it before in my life.
I'm used to distant booming sounds. This thunder was loud and crackling, like it was tearing the sky apart. It's boom rattled the windows and I could feel the force of it in my chest. It would then roar away into the distance, and I imagined it like a massive tumbleweed of wind eating the air as it traveled.
After we'd gone to sleep, a clap of thunder startled me awake sometime in the night, and it took me a moment to realize that the burning on my arm was from Gabi's head. What a night to have a fever.
She's still sick today. Coughing, sneezing, fever, and throwing up. And wanting me to hold her every second. So coming soon: the post about our trip to the beach house, and how I was able to be a part of Carnaval after all!