In the late afternoon, a little after seven, it was like if someone had suddenly opened a big window in the sky and all the energy of repressed wind could go through.

A moment before there was only the stagnant calm of a sultry hot summer day, all seemed to be motionless, as if the slighted movement could make even more difficult to breathe.

And a moment after the wind started howling and running along all the surfaces, nearly in all directions.

The birds had to change their rhythm of flight and seemed astonished.p>
The lake reacted like an old tiring horse which makes a sudden effort to gallop under a lash.

The frantic fingers of the wind ripped away from the roof all the pieces of moss and threw then into my home through the open windows, which had started slamming.

It was absolutely beautiful, noisy and wild.