The Light from Above!!!

It was a darkening Tuesday evening last, not because the world was retreating into the night, but because the skies were threatening thunderstorms. The air was charged, the winds were winding their flutes as they whistle pass trees. Leaves skitter at the park as Max the Inconquerable proceeded to plough his way widdershins around the field, dragging a very harrassed person — namely me — as he sniffs out odd patches on the ground and root of trees. Then after a few seconds of twisting and turning, he leaks thin streams of his piss upon his various chosen spots, a shot of his grafitti upon the public facilities that he considers his own.

As we padded back smart and fast before the skies descend, I was reminded of my state, but thought that thinking that route would surely lead to a hemlock path. Or rather a datura overdose. But then this is me, and I decided to make it on time for Body Combat ere the heavens open.

Within less than an hour, I was peddling half-heartedly towards the LRT, cursing the jaywalkers and 2-fast-2-furious extras that I always encounter on the road; somehow, they seem worse today. Once in the studio, with the pounding music to BC 18 (drat, I hate that release) I was still relieved that it has not rained yet. With my senses reassured, I trotted off for a quick shower.

It was only when I came down did I realise the full intensity of the storm. Chants, cajoling pleas and bursts of anger directed at the Wind Lords brought only more intense lightning, rain and winds. This lasted for more than half an hour as I fumed under the covered driveway of Axis Tower. After that, as if disinterested, the winds and lightning blew off to some other corner of the city to wreck havoc, leaving only a steady pounding rainfall to finish up the mess.

By the time I arrived at a very dark house, soaked to my skin [not to mention falling off my bicycle] Max had managed to spirit himself into the living room leaving some torn papers on the floor. Thanks to the thunder, Slops was in her Control Centre/Bomb Shelter so she was safe and sound.

I put Max back to the back, which was surprisingly drier than I thought it would be and rushed upstairs — only to find the computer had jammed, the network card useless and the router modem fried.

Hence things to remember from this Troublesome Tuesday:
1) Never forget to switch off EVERYTHING before leaving the house.
2) Must find a way to better placate a storm... has to be a better way than chillies on rooftops.

Heh...