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struck was I
Jul. 13th, 2009 12:15 amright now there is a storm going on over my house
and the lightning and the thunder are rolling around, chasing each other, tumbling one after the other, continuous flashings and rumblings in a neverending mobius strip of sound and light, backlighting the trees out the window, flickering so fast and so bright I have to close my eyes.
that is not an adequate description. I cannot see the lightning itself out my window, just the flashes, but it keeps going and going long after you would have thought it would stop, as if the cloud has parked itself above my house and decided to provide a lightshow to whoever else is up at this hour. and now the thunder is rumbling louder and louder, crushing as the lightning crackles, and it is so bright and so loud and I wish I could see because it is beautiful, at least here in the safety of my house.
thunder doesn't crackle, the "a" is the wrong sound, but I want to say it "cruckles" so I get the gutteral "u" sound along with the wrinkling crickling crunchieness of it, and the lightning is blue-white against the clouds except for the flashes of pure white around the edges and the occasional effervescent emptiness the color of moonlight, illuminating the whole sky. it has been going on for at least ten minutes, and I am trying to capture it with all the success of Zuko, standing on his mountain. I think too of Haruhi and her fear. And the lightning flashes and flickers, a burst followed by a sputtering glow, echoes of light and shadow while the rumbles of sound go on and on, rolling amongst the clouds.
I do not fear the storm, not from the safety of my house. I am grateful for the house, for giving me the opportunity to sit and watch the storm, to appreciate the terrifying beauty of it, because it is beautiful, so beautiful.
I opened another window, and now I can see the raindrops in the lightning flash. The lightning backlights the tree, reveals the outlines of the leaves, and suddenly it is so bright I can see that the leaves are green, see them individually, and I want to channel it, this power, this uncontrolled energy racing to and fro across the sky, and part of me thinks what a waste, while another part says I too want to dance.
and still the lightning strikes.
and the lightning and the thunder are rolling around, chasing each other, tumbling one after the other, continuous flashings and rumblings in a neverending mobius strip of sound and light, backlighting the trees out the window, flickering so fast and so bright I have to close my eyes.
that is not an adequate description. I cannot see the lightning itself out my window, just the flashes, but it keeps going and going long after you would have thought it would stop, as if the cloud has parked itself above my house and decided to provide a lightshow to whoever else is up at this hour. and now the thunder is rumbling louder and louder, crushing as the lightning crackles, and it is so bright and so loud and I wish I could see because it is beautiful, at least here in the safety of my house.
thunder doesn't crackle, the "a" is the wrong sound, but I want to say it "cruckles" so I get the gutteral "u" sound along with the wrinkling crickling crunchieness of it, and the lightning is blue-white against the clouds except for the flashes of pure white around the edges and the occasional effervescent emptiness the color of moonlight, illuminating the whole sky. it has been going on for at least ten minutes, and I am trying to capture it with all the success of Zuko, standing on his mountain. I think too of Haruhi and her fear. And the lightning flashes and flickers, a burst followed by a sputtering glow, echoes of light and shadow while the rumbles of sound go on and on, rolling amongst the clouds.
I do not fear the storm, not from the safety of my house. I am grateful for the house, for giving me the opportunity to sit and watch the storm, to appreciate the terrifying beauty of it, because it is beautiful, so beautiful.
I opened another window, and now I can see the raindrops in the lightning flash. The lightning backlights the tree, reveals the outlines of the leaves, and suddenly it is so bright I can see that the leaves are green, see them individually, and I want to channel it, this power, this uncontrolled energy racing to and fro across the sky, and part of me thinks what a waste, while another part says I too want to dance.
and still the lightning strikes.
