"For I have seyn of a ful misty morwe
Folowen ful ofte a myrie someris day." –Geoffrey Chaucer
I like rain, I really do. I don't even generally mind getting my pants cuffs wet or my sandals soggy unless I have to be somewhere that requires that I look presentable. The grey, overcast skies are what get to me. If it's going to be grey and muggy and damp, it could at least be raining too. If it's not, then the Daystar should come out and keep my SAD at bay.
Thunderstorms, however, those are my favorites. I love the energy, the motion, the sound, the raw power of wind and rain and thunder ripping through the street as if mocking the man who built it by telling him that they're going to turn it into a river instead…at least for a little while. I don't even mind having to carry an umbrekka around…er, umbrella (I always mistype that word the first time I type it in a paragraph.) if it means I can smell the mildewy/moldy happiness of the rain. Though Grandma Nolan often said that umbrellas scare the rain away…Oh well. Carrying it around just in case beats the frizzy hair that not having one would cause!
So while the air is pregnant with rain just waiting to rush forth, I'll just sit here in this office and wait like the father in the hallway. I think I'll go start pacing.
Posted: May 20, 2004 at 8:25 am.
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I need a good tornado. My goal, before I leave for eastern OH, is to see a nice tornado. I wanted one before I left Muncie, but that didn't happen. I wanted to see it destroy the bell tower and move across the softball field near my apartment. Alas, there are no good places for a tornado here in suburbia. Someone's house will have to be sacrificed for my viewing pleasure.
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That's great. 🙂 I too understand that if I wanted to see lightning up close that it will be to the detriment of someone's building nearby. Oh well, c'est la vie, non?