Of Stormy Days, Weak Nerves and Ramblings
I like rain. When light drizzles come down and I’m warm and toasty in my bed, there’s nothing in this world that can equal to the satisfaction and comfort it brings. But when it’s raging lions and wolves (the bigger version of cats and dogs, haha!) outside, nothing I do at home or at work can comfort me. I hate thunder, I hate lightning and I hate heavy rains, so heavy that you can’t see anything but a mixture of water and white mist when you look out the window.
It’s stormy today. And it’s cold and lonesome. During warm days, I usually feel that the world outside is so alive, that i can sense a lot of other people being busy and enjoying walks in the sunlight. But when it’s so stormy, I feel so disconnected, because I feel that the whole world is hiding under their roofs, deadly quiet, waiting for it to pass. After the horror of Ondoy, typhoons have become stronger around here in the Philippines and every time one hits, nerves begin to rattle and the fear of another disaster takes over.
But there, I’m just rambling again. I hope this storm ends soon.
