Pretty Lady was just awakened by a thunderclap so large and so near that it set off all the car alarms on the block. She emerged calmly from the loft and went to the windows to ascertain whether or not a bomb had hit Manhattan. Preliminary evidence seems to suggest that it was, indeed, thunder; there is rain, there is grayness, there is no large plume of black smoke anywhere about that she can see.
We New Yorkers are still a bit jumpy.
Monday, April 24, 2006
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Ah the thunder. I love it. Zeus’ voice sings his ballade from the heavens. I also like lightning. It is an incredible site to see the thunder heads roll across the plains. Crackling and dancing with their sparks of light and prance across the fields of wheat. I doubt you get to see that much in Manhattan?
You saved my legs Pretty Lady. I feel I should do the same for you. I was in New Orleans a month before Katrina. I lost my mind for a weak, due to a peak through point in my Hypomanic episodes. There was a storm one night with thunder like I never heard in my entire life. Wicked. Like the sky's were saying I'm going to kill you! I got in my mini and left town. One month latter, I was watching my friends swim in filth with alligators. I don't believe in signs but I know that you do. Keep an eye out!
Well heck, nobody ought to really need a sign to tell them to get out of NYC. That should be the goal of pretty much everyone who lives there now. I was down there a few weeks ago, and I was just stunned that anyone could live like that. I guess if you're used to it, it's a different thing. I'm a country boy (waaaay upstate NY), so it about kills me to have to go into these kind of places.
Don't you want to go back to Italy, PL? That'd be my dream.
Well if PL doesn't want to go back to Italy I'll gladly go for her. That reminds me. Gotta get me a lottery ticket tomorrow.
Afternoon storms are a given here in the SE. I can usually tell they're on the way because the wind blows so that the leaves on the trees reveal their silvery undersides. Then the sky gets this slate gray. Then you can smell the rain, and if it's going to be a thunderstorm - the extra ozone.
Then the light show commences. If it's far enough away, we take out lawn chairs and watch it come across the field. We move in, of course, before it hits us but it's better than fireworks sometimes, and makes the flowers bloom. The only downside is when the storms come in on a particularly hot, hot day. Then it cools of for about 15 seconds before the heat comes back - with extra humidity - and it feels like you're wrapped in a hot sponge. Ugh!
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