Rain and thunderstorms finally hit Milna.
Slavko writes:
"Last night it started, first signs were thunderbolts from the west, than downpour, and ever since it is soaking, slowly, constantly... what a refreshment!
A little anecdote: my grandfather in fifties went to the field to check on the crops after the great drought. It looked sad. Clear sky with just a tiny little cloud on the horizon. Enraged he cursed at it: "what are you doing here, did they send you to scout if there is anything left alive!"
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