Storm
We had a storm last night.
Yesterday it started out raining softly, and as the day wore on the rain fell down harder and harder. Finally in the early evening the rain was coming down so hard it looked as if the gods had turned a shower head onto our part of the world. Our city got a cold hard shower. It was wonderful really. There is nothing like the smell of the air after a hard rain. There is something very cleansing about it. For a little while there is no smell of pollution and for a little while there is quiet.
I witnessed this through the window of my work building wishing I could stand outside in the rain and let it pour over, let it cleanse my soul.
However, the after portion of such a cleansing made me stay inside. Warm and dry.
I had no wish to be sitting at my computer shivering and drying out for another 6 hours. If I hadn’t had to continue to work I would have been out and dancing in the rain. I love the rain.
After a while the rain left us, and the wind came. It blew in great gusts across our parking lot threatening to knock over lamp posts and trees. My co-workers and I ended up moving our vehicles away from the lamp posts due to the high winds, not wanting our transportation smashed by an unwilling post. The wind blew so hard the lights in the building flickered.
The wind blew so hard the lights at home went out. In both of my homes, my parents, and my home in Albany the power went out. My Albany home recovered faster.
When I got off of work at 9pm I stood outside and let the wind bathe me. It was almost warm. The touch soft and sweet and freeing against my skin, I wanted to stand there forever and let it wash over me. On my way home to my parent’s house I was scared that the wind would blow me off the highway. It was blowing so hard that it interfered with my driving. Along the side of the road were signs of the trees having given up limbs and leaves in the wind. I passed an intersection with no power, everyone trying to be nice to everyone else for a once in this gale, treating the intersection as a giant 18 way stop.
When I got to my neighborhood I was cheered by the sight of all the houses with their Christmas lights on. They greeted me cheerfully telling me that even in the storm light still prevailed. Until I got to the portion of my neighborhood where my parents live, ALL the lights were out on all the houses to the left of my parent’s house, starting with my parent’s house. 8 houses in the whole of our neighborhood were without power. Only 8.
I showered using the light of a flashlight. Fortunately the gas was still working so I could have a nice hot shower. Went to bed in the dark I set an alarm using my cell phone.
I woke up in the dark. The power still not there. Drove to work in the dark. The lights at work shining.
*sigh*
Ironic.
A little while ago one of my co-workers Wade came in. He looked at me concerned and asked me if I had been sleeping in my truck because it was parked in the same spot as it has been for the past three days. Also because I am here when he gets here and here when he leaves here. Hehe. 14 hour days will do that to you I guess.
I wonder if the rain and the wind will come again tonight.
They say it might snow on Saturday.
Bria comes home on Saturday. I get to see her on Sunday if all goes well.
I hope things will go well.
Well enough of this. Gotta get back to work.
With love and Grace and bloodshot eyes,
LadyGrace
Yesterday it started out raining softly, and as the day wore on the rain fell down harder and harder. Finally in the early evening the rain was coming down so hard it looked as if the gods had turned a shower head onto our part of the world. Our city got a cold hard shower. It was wonderful really. There is nothing like the smell of the air after a hard rain. There is something very cleansing about it. For a little while there is no smell of pollution and for a little while there is quiet.
I witnessed this through the window of my work building wishing I could stand outside in the rain and let it pour over, let it cleanse my soul.
However, the after portion of such a cleansing made me stay inside. Warm and dry.
I had no wish to be sitting at my computer shivering and drying out for another 6 hours. If I hadn’t had to continue to work I would have been out and dancing in the rain. I love the rain.
After a while the rain left us, and the wind came. It blew in great gusts across our parking lot threatening to knock over lamp posts and trees. My co-workers and I ended up moving our vehicles away from the lamp posts due to the high winds, not wanting our transportation smashed by an unwilling post. The wind blew so hard the lights in the building flickered.
The wind blew so hard the lights at home went out. In both of my homes, my parents, and my home in Albany the power went out. My Albany home recovered faster.
When I got off of work at 9pm I stood outside and let the wind bathe me. It was almost warm. The touch soft and sweet and freeing against my skin, I wanted to stand there forever and let it wash over me. On my way home to my parent’s house I was scared that the wind would blow me off the highway. It was blowing so hard that it interfered with my driving. Along the side of the road were signs of the trees having given up limbs and leaves in the wind. I passed an intersection with no power, everyone trying to be nice to everyone else for a once in this gale, treating the intersection as a giant 18 way stop.
When I got to my neighborhood I was cheered by the sight of all the houses with their Christmas lights on. They greeted me cheerfully telling me that even in the storm light still prevailed. Until I got to the portion of my neighborhood where my parents live, ALL the lights were out on all the houses to the left of my parent’s house, starting with my parent’s house. 8 houses in the whole of our neighborhood were without power. Only 8.
I showered using the light of a flashlight. Fortunately the gas was still working so I could have a nice hot shower. Went to bed in the dark I set an alarm using my cell phone.
I woke up in the dark. The power still not there. Drove to work in the dark. The lights at work shining.
*sigh*
Ironic.
A little while ago one of my co-workers Wade came in. He looked at me concerned and asked me if I had been sleeping in my truck because it was parked in the same spot as it has been for the past three days. Also because I am here when he gets here and here when he leaves here. Hehe. 14 hour days will do that to you I guess.
I wonder if the rain and the wind will come again tonight.
They say it might snow on Saturday.
Bria comes home on Saturday. I get to see her on Sunday if all goes well.
I hope things will go well.
Well enough of this. Gotta get back to work.
With love and Grace and bloodshot eyes,
LadyGrace