So there’s this heat pressing on down and of course it is unpleasant. All those things. All this heat is trapped, and it’s gonna get trapped under the house and sit there for days. Meanwhile I’m gonna be sweating out a whole body or something, and I don’t want to do that. It’s a very unpleasant thing to experience.

So what am I to do?

Well, very little, or something. I’m just gonna turn into sweat. Let my body be consumed and then, once that is done, I will simply evaporate.

Actually, I’m changing my mind as now the sound of rain comes through, and I can hear it, and it’s scattered. There is more rain falling than there is sounding, but I can hear it and it’s a relief. Among the cracking of the sky and the rumbling of the above, the various strikes ans splays of water as it falls upon the roof are audible, and it’s picking up, and it’s a massive relief.

The rain is thickening, and the sky cracks close by. It seems like it will soon be felt. It looks to shake the area, and maybe it will, and maybe it won’t, but all of a sudden the rain has receded, almost giving space for the sound of lighting just heard. The rain tries to pick up, but it is dying off, and then it picks up once more.

The rain laboriously heaves and drags, and it seems to want to be forceful, but the most it is mustering is little. It heaves and drags and pulses, and now it finds a moment to come hard and heavy, though it still seems gentle. It seems as though the energy within it has left and the most it can maintain is a little bit of what it could be rather than a full thing.

The thunder keeps on rumbling and trees sway as silhouettes, and there’s a peace. The thunder is felt, but it does not shake much, and this is a calm moment. Suddenly a brief build followed by a pause that seems to go on forever, and a dulled, yet firm follow up. The rain continues as was, then suddenly an overwhelming rupturing of the space somewhere nearby.

The rain soon picks back up and showers violence down. Winds press against and attempt to drag trees, and the space grows thick with sheets of water. All else is drowned out and it continues on for what seems like an eternity. The process feels mercurial, though of course it isn’t, but it brings with it the cool. However, eventually it all changes and shifts, and the weather relents, and the heat begins rising once more.

It is hot outside and it is hot inside, but some birds are chirping and they sound lively. It is bright outside, and the sky is a mix of harsh white and pallid blue, but the wind is visible, and it shifts in strength, and soon rain may return.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:56:68

I think I’ve said this before, but I do like storms. Not all the time, and I’m keenly aware of the detrimental impact they may have in some areas, but I still do like them. I like them more than my writing speed on this one.

Written at home.