Setting: A cozy living room in São Paulo, Brazil, with a thunderstorm outside.
Ana: (peeking nervously through the window)
Ai, meu Deus, this rain won’t stop! It’s going to flood the whole street again. Júlia, can you help me find an egg?
Júlia: (looking up from her laptop)
An egg? You’re baking during a thunderstorm?
Ana:
No! I’m placing it for Saint Clara, of course! Don’t you know? If you put an egg on the windowsill and ask Saint Clara nicely, she clears the skies!
Júlia: (laughing)
Ana, are you serious? You’ve got a Master’s in accounting and you still believe a raw egg can influence atmospheric pressure?
Ana:
Don’t mock it! It works. Ask my vó. Every Festa Junina when it starts pouring, she puts the egg out and — boom — the sun comes out like it’s been paid to show up.
Júlia:
Ana, that’s called coincidence. You put the egg, and then maybe the rain just stops naturally. Weather is complex — clouds don’t check your kitchen inventory before deciding to dissipate.
Ana: (arms crossed, serious face)
Listen, I’ve done it three times this year. The first two it worked. The third, I forgot the prayer — and it rained all night. That’s evidence!
Júlia:
That’s selective memory. What about the countless times it rained and no one put an egg, and the rain still stopped? Or when someone did put an egg, and it kept raining?
Ana:
But it gives hope, Jú. My aunt Mariana put out an egg on her wedding day — storm clouds all morning, then sun at 3 PM sharp. Even the photographer said it was a miracle!
Júlia:
Or maybe your aunt booked the wedding in December, and São Paulo weather finally behaved. You know meteorologists study this stuff for a reason, right?
Ana: (grinning)
Yes, and they’re wrong half the time. Just like you were about that weather app you made me download — it said “partly cloudy,” and I got soaked walking to the market.
Júlia: (mock offended)
Okay, okay, fine. Technology isn’t perfect. But it’s still based on data, not divine poultry products!
Ana: (giggles)
Divine poultry products! That’s going on a T-shirt.
Júlia: (smiling)
Look, I get it. Traditions make people feel connected and less powerless. Especially with weather — it’s unpredictable, and we like feeling like we have some control. But wouldn’t it be better to rely on actual flood alerts, drainage systems, and umbrellas?
Ana:
True, but an umbrella doesn’t have Saint Clara’s blessing.
Júlia:
And Saint Clara probably doesn’t want to be pestered every time someone forgets to check Climatempo.
Ana:
You’re such a buzzkill.
Júlia: (playfully)
And you’re such a charming medieval peasant.
Ana: (laughs, then gets up)
Well, peasant or not, I’m putting this egg out. Worst case, we have one less omelet tomorrow.
Júlia: (shaking her head)
Fine, but can we at least put it on the balcony? I don’t want raw egg dripping down the window frame again.
Ana:
Deal. But when the rain stops in an hour, I’m making you thank Saint Clara personally.
Júlia:
Only if she accepts voice memos.
The storm rumbles on. The egg sits peacefully on the balcony, watching the skies with Ana’s hope and Júlia’s skepticism beneath it. The rain eventually stops — and neither friend can resist claiming victory.
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