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 pulled up on the  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, 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 which made me giggle like mad.

Every time a thunder rolled, though, I got a 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, still windy, and still very breathtaking!

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J. A. Odartey