It was about two o'clock in the morning,
it had been raining heavily since the early hours of the night, as it is barely
normal I felt like urinating, I had to leave the room because there was no
internal bathroom at that time in my house in the village; I started my
evacuation process and saw in the middle of the downpour a small white and incandescent
light (through the corozo tin fence) that light emerged from the patio center
of my neighbors, it was beautiful and each time it increased in intensity until
it illuminated the old coconut trees of that house that by the way were very
tall due to their age, I saw the shadow of the fence sticks projected on the
trees and the patio of my house, I was amazed.
I do not know how many seconds I was admiring the scene that made me
forget to use logic, which came to my mind thinking that it could not be lightning,
because there was no sound, nor burned trash because it had more than three
hours raining, reconsidering the nature of the phenomenon, I ran back to my
room, which was large, and allowed to put up to five beds, which made it easier
to pass the scares of the night in the villages of my region, product of the
imagination stimulated by the horror stories of our culture, but I did not
imagine that night, I lived it.
I could not explain the origin or the
nature of the light, but after admiring it, it scared me and I never saw it
again in my life.
