It's so humid, that you can't breathe.
The three of us press against our wall for the first time
freshly occupied house below in the still empty undeveloped garden.
Suddenly clouds gather on the horizon.
“Shall we go buy ice cream?“, says the father.
(one of his ideas!) And jumps to his feet.
We look after him, our hearts are beating. That's for sure
he'll be back quickly, because our father is an extremely nimble one,
dynamic man. How often does he have to wait for us …
Less than five minutes later the thunderstorm is rolling towards us,
der Himmel flackert hell auf. Die ersten dicken Tropfen fallen …
I lick a creamy raspberry foot, the size
sucks a missile, Father devours a pralinato.
This time it was faster than lightning.
We have been waiting for him!
(30.12.18)