As I write, the howl of the wind sounds like a turbine in the darkness, thrashing against the flimsy aluminum walls – a storm with no lightning and no rain. Besides the howling, there’s a ripping sound like thunder, but I can’t tell if it’s really thunder or if it’s just the sound of all the air twisting and tearing overhead.
It rained earlier, though; massive drops thwacked into the trailer in waves, sounding more like hail than rain, the wind shaking the thin-walled box, making JoKur and I wonder if we’d be blown over in some kind of desert tornado.
Walking to the latrine trailer, I wished for goggles – it’s only a 10-meter walk but unpleasant all the same. What a miserable night to be out. Thankfully, I have nowhere to be tonight but in bed.
Now, a cascade of rain pours out of nowhere, sounding more like falling rocks than water, pummeling the trailer briefly before fading out again.
Guess I should dig out the galoshes again…