and the thunder rolls
ok, can we just talk about that freakish thunder and lightning storm last night?!?!?!?!?!
i was such a dumb ass. the first minor rumble, i wrote off as a suitcase. christie said, "was that thunder just then?" and to me, it honestly did sound like suitcase wheels on cement, so i said, "nah."
not too much later, a flash so bright that it felt like The Mothership had come and flashed its brights in all of our windows at once raced across town. and immediately after, so immediately after that i didn't even have time to scream, the thunder rolled.
i cringed and shrunk inwards as if someone had just hit me. the girls upstairs shrieked as if they were being slaughtered. the sound of the thunder was so loud and so horrible it made me think the building was collapsing. it literally sounded like walls crumbling. (i initially thought the girls upstairs had had a horrible accident and the thunder was them crashing out of their windows or something.) my computer, and all of the other electronic devices in the area, blinked off. i could only throw up my hands as if it shocked me, and christie screamed, "get away from your computer!" like she thought it might have too.
we cowered in the living room with a flashlight and some candles. then a second flash, seemingly brighter than the first since the lights were all out. again, an immediate and massive boom that made the girls upstairs shriek once more. one began to cry. i started to shake. i don't think i've ever been that scared of thunder before, of nature at all. i lived through the northridge earthquake and don't recall being as scared as i was last night. i wanted to call my mommy, and i said so with a quivering voice. if it wasn't 11 o'clock at night, i would have called my mommy. i was seriously frightened.
the rain beat into the ground almost instantaneously. like in the movies, it just came all at once, and it slammed down on us with a hatred i didn't know the heavens were capable of. the fire trucks started screaming down the streets soon after. apparently, a large tree was struck by the lightning and the fire could be seen by quite a few santa barbarians.
it felt like the beginning of the end of the world. no joke. christie and i got our shoes and our phones and wondered where we'd go if we had to flee.
ironically enough, my mom had said to me recently, "if only you guys got a little bit of rain to help with that [zaca] fire..."
thanks, mom. i really don't think this is the kind of rain she meant to send.
i was such a dumb ass. the first minor rumble, i wrote off as a suitcase. christie said, "was that thunder just then?" and to me, it honestly did sound like suitcase wheels on cement, so i said, "nah."
not too much later, a flash so bright that it felt like The Mothership had come and flashed its brights in all of our windows at once raced across town. and immediately after, so immediately after that i didn't even have time to scream, the thunder rolled.
i cringed and shrunk inwards as if someone had just hit me. the girls upstairs shrieked as if they were being slaughtered. the sound of the thunder was so loud and so horrible it made me think the building was collapsing. it literally sounded like walls crumbling. (i initially thought the girls upstairs had had a horrible accident and the thunder was them crashing out of their windows or something.) my computer, and all of the other electronic devices in the area, blinked off. i could only throw up my hands as if it shocked me, and christie screamed, "get away from your computer!" like she thought it might have too.
we cowered in the living room with a flashlight and some candles. then a second flash, seemingly brighter than the first since the lights were all out. again, an immediate and massive boom that made the girls upstairs shriek once more. one began to cry. i started to shake. i don't think i've ever been that scared of thunder before, of nature at all. i lived through the northridge earthquake and don't recall being as scared as i was last night. i wanted to call my mommy, and i said so with a quivering voice. if it wasn't 11 o'clock at night, i would have called my mommy. i was seriously frightened.
the rain beat into the ground almost instantaneously. like in the movies, it just came all at once, and it slammed down on us with a hatred i didn't know the heavens were capable of. the fire trucks started screaming down the streets soon after. apparently, a large tree was struck by the lightning and the fire could be seen by quite a few santa barbarians.
it felt like the beginning of the end of the world. no joke. christie and i got our shoes and our phones and wondered where we'd go if we had to flee.
ironically enough, my mom had said to me recently, "if only you guys got a little bit of rain to help with that [zaca] fire..."
thanks, mom. i really don't think this is the kind of rain she meant to send.