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It's been raining much these...

It’s been raining much these days, usually during the evenings. And everytime when there’s a thunderstorm, I’m reminded of some weird stories a friend cooked up back in primary school. Well, she said that lightning was unleashed by the gods, and upon hearing thunder, it means that the lightning had hit is mark – the devil. Back then, I had a vision of the devil jumping around, holding on to its bottom, with a trail of wispy smoke behind it.

Of course, there’s always a scientific explanation as to why and how thunderstorms happen. Oddly enough, I could not (or didn’t attempt to?) remember.. never really paid attention to my least favourite subject anyway. Bwaha.

I find thunderstorms fascinating – eventhough, I admit, I cringe and automatically my hands will go to my ears, trying to drown out the sound.. to no avail, of course. I’ve never liked the sound of lightning cracking – and I’ve always the horrible feeling that it might zap the mango tree beside our house into two – then the tree will tumble right into my room, through the bricks and all. Or that somehow the persistent lightning will find its way into my room and zap me, and well, there won’t be anymore Rantglass thereafter. Then there’s another matter with the thunder.. nowadays, it seems to go on continuously – like, BLAM boom boom boom rumble before actually dying off.

Sadly, the word “paranoia” just pops up:
Paranoia, paranoia, everybody’s coming to get me…Flagpole Sitta, Harvey Danger
Or the tagline for my favourite movie, Enemy of the State: “It’s not paranoia if they’re really after you.”

When the rain stops, sounds of frogs croaking happily (at least, I hope they’re frogs!) reaches my ears. It sounds suspiciously like the ending to Incubus’s Aqueous Transmission. The air is cool and fresh; the sky is clear and spotless of heavy white puffy clouds; a light breeze gently ruffles your hair, in the process blowing away any worries for the moment. I love that particular atmosphere.

I wish I could have the feeling everyday, at all times. We humans have so many things to worry about, so much work to do. sigh

On air now: Nice to Know You, Incubus (Morning View)

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