The Skies a Boom!
big Baby Jesus just let loose a ten pounder and its going to be a strike!
I love lightening and thunder, which wouldnt make me unique in anyway whatsoever.
We go about our fast paced lives like so many ants in the hive, but a few times a year nature awakens and reminds us to live.
Be it the brown or black out that drive us away from the tv and into the naighborhood streets, BBQs and ball with the naighbors. The rain and thunder that makes us giddy and the urge that we should be drinking coaco on the porch or making out, soaked to the bone. Then theres the humbling disasters, that force our humanity to show.
Times like these bring a rushing to my mind.
Like floating in the flooded out street in the 80f rain at my moms house in the middle of summer.
Or doing witchcraft and making out by the river during thunderstorms.
Or the memory of running in the rain barefoot at 2 am in San Clemente and making out at the end of the pier.
Or Billys bronco and pauls thunderbird, doing donuts in the ice.
hahah.. or working at the Boys and girls club, a 10 year old named nathasha and her firneds were hot, and said they wished it'd rain... so I had them for three hours blowinging outside towards the clouds... it sprinkled that nite.
ah.... but the wierdest thing is the one thought that comes to mind most, is watching movies with my friends, and playing mario brothers (ANY OF THEM!) all day long.
I love lightening and thunder, which wouldnt make me unique in anyway whatsoever.
We go about our fast paced lives like so many ants in the hive, but a few times a year nature awakens and reminds us to live.
Be it the brown or black out that drive us away from the tv and into the naighborhood streets, BBQs and ball with the naighbors. The rain and thunder that makes us giddy and the urge that we should be drinking coaco on the porch or making out, soaked to the bone. Then theres the humbling disasters, that force our humanity to show.
Times like these bring a rushing to my mind.
Like floating in the flooded out street in the 80f rain at my moms house in the middle of summer.
Or doing witchcraft and making out by the river during thunderstorms.
Or the memory of running in the rain barefoot at 2 am in San Clemente and making out at the end of the pier.
Or Billys bronco and pauls thunderbird, doing donuts in the ice.
hahah.. or working at the Boys and girls club, a 10 year old named nathasha and her firneds were hot, and said they wished it'd rain... so I had them for three hours blowinging outside towards the clouds... it sprinkled that nite.
ah.... but the wierdest thing is the one thought that comes to mind most, is watching movies with my friends, and playing mario brothers (ANY OF THEM!) all day long.