RAIN ON THE DESERT , by Alberto A. (Italy) - Grazie It rains. It rains on the desert. It is certainly not our "March drizzle", nor the gloomy weather of one of our autumn days. Last night we saw a gathering of large black clouds towards the west, just above the Adrar massif. After sunset, the starry darkness of the night sky was struck by sudden flashes from the dark spot that towered over the distant mountain. Our guide, after scanning the horizon, moved the camp to an elevated position. We usually settled in some depression, sheltered from winds and sudden swirls of sand. But tonight we slept on a rather high elevation, outside the river bed (wed), safe from flash floods. It seemed a paradox to speak of floods here, in front of a dry stream bed like a squeezed sponge, after forty days of absolute drought and clear skies, without having seen even a drop of water falling from the sky. Yet, around five in the morning, a distant rumbling waked us up, which soon turned into a ...
