Zamba Corta

I didn't want anyone to leave
But the day turned out that way

Tables set and hours on end
In the kitchen was my grandma

And it clouded over
And it poured

The wind was blowing, tablecloths flying
And in the sky a blanket of pewter

- it's just a downpour - I told them
But it wasn't enough, so

At noon, empty chairs
My grandma came and we ate tortilla