Summer Diaries: A Beautiful Summer Day

Yesterday was a charm. The afternoon was very breezy and beautiful. I had to go to the post office, and after that I went and got some forbidden treats to celebrate the summer-perfect afternoon. The light disappeared dramatically around 5pm, like it does when the heavens mean to show off . I got a chair and sat in front of the window with my knitting, ready for the exhibition. But nothing happened so I went about another business. Around 7pm the show  started and it was mind blowing. I rolled up on my ridiculously high bed and watched wind, water, and lightening go wild. It was so windy, the rain started coming into the room, but I couldn't bring myself to close the windows. As I watched, I wished I had a backyard so I could dash out in a bathing suit, but then realized that I didn't need a backyard to feel the rain!

I rushed into some comfy clothes and a pair of flip-flops, and grabbed my keys and went out for a walk. I couldn't wear my glasses because they were useless in the rain so everything was somewhat blurry. I felt the steady but gentle pelting rain and the accompanying whooshing wind through my clothes and hair. It was sensual and felt also very silly and I giggled like mad. Every time the thunder rolled, though, I got a tiny bit scared: what if I got hit by lightening? Would that be a good way to die? (I'm a little obsessed with my death.)  I was outside for about fifteen minutes then returned home to a cold shower. When I stepped out onto the porch a little after 8pm to hang my wet clothes to dry, I noticed the dark clouds had given way to a mango-yellowish sunset, and it was still raining, and still windy, and still very breathtaking!



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