Before The Rain: A Memoir Of Love And Revolution - Plot & Excerpts
It came in gulps, torrents, slashing across the world, drowning it. The sky, a crisscross of flashes, lightning snapping, became a vast black sea, exploding. Palm trees lashed by high winds from the south bowed to the ground, and people caught in a tempest of wind and rain, light and thunder, were washed away, helpless. The afternoon became night suddenly and the city, a city of ten million lights, became a phantasm, ghostly.Elizabeth and I would watch it come from the casement windows of the apartment, our candles burning and the wind hissing through the cracks, the lightning close enough to touch, but we had no fear, no sense of disaster. We felt pure, and the rain, the fury in the sky, seemed a miracle, an omen.This time, on the day of my arrival, August 21, 1986, Elizabeth was waiting for me at theairport. She was scanning the crowd. But naturally, I saw her first. Then she caught my eye, gave me a palms-up wave, a little salute, and moved toward me without any apparent rush. She was not one to come running with open arms.
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