Storms

Yesterday I went to work as usual. The only thing not usual was the weather. When I stepped outside, I thought it was 9 o' clock at night. The breeze was stiff and cool. I could feel the moisture in the air. It was dark, clouds moving, and lights were on all the cars; I LOVED it. Its one of those days where its fun to be out and just drive around or even stay home and open up the shades to view the scenery from my 2nd floor apartment.

I love the smell of rain. I like to know I can wear a long sleeve shirt and not worry about sweating in the afternoon hours. The A/C is nice, but I'd rather have the windows down--thats just me. Anyway, I walked into work, and it was so slowwwwwwwwwwwwww. I saw three souls that day. It was all because of the rain. In the later morning, I looked out the window and it was darker; the rain coming down in a almost horizontal motion b/c of the fierce winds. It got so bad the tornado sirens went off; I enjoyed every bit of it. Yet everyone was freaking out. What for? Its only water and wind. And the tornado? Well, if it's your time to go, then you go. Otherwise, plant your ass on a toilet so as to avoid flying glass in place of a stool, lol.

I once drove back from Ft Worth to College Station in a monsoon. I just attended a race (well it rained out that Sunday but I couldn't stay in town to see it the next day b/c earlier that semester Dr Dixon told us that on that certain Monday, the next day as it turns out, was the one day we were not to miss b/c of exam review. That class was tough so I wasn't going to chance it my senior year.) and was headed out of Hamilton, the outlet city. The rain was horizontal, and I was alongside an 18 wheeler going over 60. I tell you no lie! I was scared of me running into him or vice versa. It was a certain trip to the morgue if something went wrong. It was already night and the rain was so dense that I could barely make out the lights. I was scared!

Maybe I should move to Seattle. Sounds perfect! Its ritzy, clean, highly educated, beautiful, coastal, rains like Hell all year long, and it has the Space Needle. It is however the most suicidal city in the Union, eeek. Oh Hell, I'm quite resilient. I dont get down on shit, well maybe on one thing. You'd know that from reading my prior blogs, but hey, otherwise, I'm fine. I've suffered some bad shit in my day, but I've also had a shotgun and handgun this long without holding it to my head. The worst is "ovah", as my friend Amy would say.