The Rainstorm

This was the view yesterday from my terrace during the freak rainstorm that washed Mojácar clean. In fact: not so clean, as mudslides and falling boulders blocked some of our roads for a while. Our 'dry riverbed', the optimistically called 'Rio de Aguas', lived up to its name for once and turned into a proper river as water flowed down from the interior. I shall have to dust off the old kayak. There are rumours of several house-floods, as water either came through the door or via some crack in the flat roof that all the homes in our town are obliged to feature, but we survived more or less unscathed.