The heavy rain clouds engulfed Free Port, the fierce wind carrying raindrops repeatedly battered the houses, and the already loose and shabby houses began to shake, as if they would be uncovered at any moment.
The room was extremely damp, everything was wet, even the people, the clothes sticking to the body, giving the feeling of having bathed without drying off.
The roof leaked water, dripping onto the floor, mingling with the standing water, a jumble of things floated on the surface, occasionally with swarms of rats swimming by.
A few minutes ago, the rising seawater backflowed into the pipes; the mouth of the pipe burst open, foul wastewater flooded indoors, everywhere. The pipe's mouth gaped, from within came the howling sound of the sea wind, the gurgling roar of waves constant, like a giant serpent colliding back and forth, seeking an exit.
Another stormy day.
