Status Updates From Lluvia

It did not pour, it flowed. It was like a deluge from heaven, and it rattled on the roof of corrugated iron with a steady persistence that was maddening. It seemed to have a fury of its own. And sometimes you felt that you must scream if it did not stop, and then suddenly you felt powerless, as though your bones had suddenly become soft; and you were miserable and hopeless.

Desire is sad...

"She was a little woman, with brown, dull hair very elaborately arranged, and she had prominent blue eyes...Her face was long, like a sheep's, but she gave no impression of foolishness, rather of extreme alertness; she had the quick movements of a bird...her voice was high, metallic, and without inflection..."

This is how you describe a character! I can perfectly picture the woman and her physical and mental self.