I love thunderstorms. The rain, the thunder, the lighting, the dark and stormy; it suits me. So as I'm preparing to leave work last night, I am aware that it is pouring. I see flashes of lightning. The flourescents in the office flicker. People scamper past me in the parking lot, jackets over heads, to the dry sanctuary of their cars. I stroll. I don't run from water. It's a long walk through the parking lot to my vehicle. I'm going to get wet and that's fine.
I'm watching the news now at 6:00 am. There's a car stranded in standing water up to it's roof on 95th and Harlem. I was on that street seven hours ago. On 95th street last night from LaGrange to Pulaski there were no street lights, no traffic lights. There were fallen tree branches justting out into the street. There was standing water and emergency vehicles everywhere. It was a fun drive.
11 years ago
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