I grew up in Honduras, a country full of tradition and mystery. This is especially true in small towns like Yoro, where my grandparents were born. I remember that daylight saving time was the best time of the year for me. I was on vacation and could go visit my grandparents. For as long as I can remember, I have heard stories about fish raining. Some say it happens every year between June and July. Others thought it only happened when God blessed the city. There are also those who simply don't believe in raining fish. I have to admit, I was one of the skeptics of this event until the day I saw these fish with my own eyes. The day started like any usual day in the small town of Yoro. This town had around five thousand inhabitants. The sun rose behind the mountain named Yoro as a city. Everyone started the work day early in their fields of corn, beans and bananas. They had to try to avoid the hot afternoon sun. The sun's heat can reach nearly one hundred degrees. My grandfather was repairing a fence on his banana field located about three miles southwest of town. I was stubborn because that day I had been chosen to be his assistant. We started our work at seven in the morning. As we finished repairing the fence around two in the afternoon, we saw the sky quickly covered with a cloud so dark that it scared me. The wind gradually became stronger. We could hear lightning striking not far from where we were. My grandfather said, “Let’s hurry up and go home.” » We did it. Meanwhile, as we were returning home, it started raining very hard. We didn't think too much about it and continued riding our soaked horses. As the rain increased, the horses began to move through a strange middle of paper, seeking to give him a scientific answer or a more logical reason for the dubious belief recounted by the natives. For example, a small tornado forms on the river because of the heat of the water and the cold of the storm and the wind blows the fish away from the river, or these fish swim against the current that produces the heavy rain and the fish swim on dry land in the overflowing water. There are also those who believe that there are underground tunnels that overflow when a big storm hits, letting the fish out. Whatever the cause of this apparent miracle, it still motivates arguments and doubts among some people. Others listen or watch in awe. For me, this day made an amazing connection between the familiar and the strange. I hope to always see it as I did when I was eight years old and remember it as an amazing miracle and blessing from our Lord God..