One Hundred Years of Solitude

worst part was that the rain
was affecting everything and
the driest of machines would
have flowers popping out
among their gears if they
were not oiled every three
days, and the threads in
brocades rusted, and wet
clothing would break out in a
rash of saffron-colored moss.
The air was so damp that fish
could have come in through
the doors and swum out the
windows, floating through the