You know it almost never rains in Lima, Peru. It happens so infrequently that a peruvian archeologist, Rafael Larco Hoyle, was able to back date the ruins of past civilizations just based on soil saturation because it rains so little. Scientist still use it to this day. I remember this for when I was there it rained for 3 days. 3 whole days it rained in a spot that never saw a drop. I was only visiting but those 3 days I saw as a sign. A sign something good was happening. A sign that I was meant to be there. You’ll get dark clouds, yes you will but they wont drop anything. When I was there it rained. It was a sign. We were meant to be together forever. I thought the rain was a sign. We were meant to be. The old sailor rocked back and forth the rum made him sway the boat added to it. The young sailor listened to his rants again and again. The same story about the nonexistent rain in Peru and a love lost. Just a worn out story probably faked for entertainment. Today felt different however, they would dock in Lima tomorrow morning. It felt a little closer to home. The story sounded a little different, the eyes of the old man looked a little darker. He stood and walked over, reaching out his hand like he needed assistance. The young sailor met it and felt something metal meet his own. He looked and saw the golden band of a wedding ring in his palm. Before he could speak, the sailor sauntered below deck and disappeared into the dark. The old sailor passed away that night and all he left was that little gold band in anothers hand. As the boat pulled into port the sky was dark but like the stories of the old sailor, there was no rain. The sailor looked at the gold band one last time and as he did a raindrop hit his palm as it began to rain.
Housed and Fed 