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Oh heck yes. I love thunderstorms.
Last week during that nice thunderstorm, I made an attempt at writing something that rhymed. Or sort of rhymed:
The Last Thunderstorm
These last days of summer
When you hear the thunder roar
The world’s an IMAX movie
From the refuge of your porch
Raindrops are the earth’s tears
But they don’t make me blue
Because the water cried down to me
Is like the sun soaked up for you
Like everything must do ultimately
Enriching the barren earth with green purity
Then it just stops.
Leaves you wanting more but it
Evaporates and falls again
Better than before
The crystal beads descend
Concentric circles widen
In the puddles with no end
It turns the ground to molten mirror
And the air into perfume
I’ll miss these percussive symphonies
Wish it wouldn’t all end so soon
It’s the end of the summer thunderstorms
Distant booming fades away
Winter’s snow is not as good of a show
But I’ll be happy when come May!
Lol, I know, corny, but I had to write it. Because that is indeed my favorite part of summer (besides being off from school). Nothing beat those thunderstorms in Idaho, though. Since we were in a valley/meadow, surrounded by mountains, the thunder would just echo for like 20 seconds, booming so loudly you thought you would go deaf. And the thin, hair-line bolts of lightning illuminated the sky for beautiful moments, far too transient to ever be captured with a camera. I miss that place so much.
But it's all good, I'll be back in nature next week for two days when I go backpacking in the Catskills! Of course it's not Idaho, but I will be in a small section of Wilderness, and that's always good. I'm real psyched. Hooray!
Oh yes I forgot to write that last week I went to a sitar and tabla concert at the New Rochelle Public Library. It was classical Indian music, played by Prof. Subroto Roy Chowdhury on sitar, and Pandit Samir Chatterjee on tabla. Incredible. The music has such a beautiful and magical feeling to it, and it entranced me in such a marvelous state. I love Indian music!!
And yesterday at the Larchmont craft fair thingy I sold my clay incense burners with incense, with all proceeds going to the Red Cross for hurrican relief. People seemed surprised/impressed that I was doing that, but I dunno, it seemed like a normal thing to do because those people certainly need the money more than I do. But it was amusing, because lots of people didn't know what incense was, so I had to explain, or they thought it was too risque, or that it was like something to do with marijuana so they didn't let their kids have it. Hehe, uptight larchmont mothers, so amusing to observe.
But that really sucks that you can't burn incense or candles in dorm rooms!! I'm going to miss it! Or I'll just live off campus. Argh, not talking about college now. Actually, I really don't that much, but it seems to be the only thing that my friends talk about sometimes. No offense.
Okay, I'm out for now.