good things...

... come to all those who wait.

Okay, I wasn't exactly "waiting" for the rain, more like wishing and hoping that it'll come and bring relief to this insane weather. I think I got my wish.

I stood at the big window in my house just memserized by the storm. The torrents of rain, the streaks of lightning and the marvel of the thunder cracking away in the sky. I love thunder. Society dictates it freakish for me to holler and scream when I'm frustrated; ear-splitting claps of thunder is like a good friend yelling and hollering with me and sharing my frustrations. Weird? Yes. But at least I'm once again at peace now.

Know why else I like thunder? Cuz ppl are afraid of it. And I like to laugh at them. Come on, it's just noise.

X*: "aaaaaaaaaah!! Eve! I'm scared! I think God's angry!"
E: ".... what?? Aren't you in science??"
*name withheld to protect the idiot lamb

Geez man, God's not angry. It's just the sound of lightning entering your range of sound. Get a grip.

I understand there's actual danger if one were to stand alone on a hill in the middle of nowhere... while leaning on a metal pole. But what's to be scared about when you are in a house in the middle of a city like T.O?

time for: bed. I hope the thunder keeps coming like it is now, it's like a lullaby.