Xfresh Archive: Clouds play before Rain...

Location: Outside porch, I hijacked my dad's laptop
Mood-of-the-day: I-want-to-crawl-into-bed-feel

I spend much of my workstation hours yesterday fixing the html templates after posting the previous blogs. The biggest problem was my *Scene of the Month* feature was too big and was pushing all the other text into a tight squeeze the size of a pocket notebook. So I decided to make the Scene much smaller with a click feature to my Angelfire folders.

I was thinking of adding a counter myself after I saw Will's" blog. But I decided that it wouldn't be fair cos I visit my own blog all the time. Also, Alby's still working on the security features (cheers for Albnok!) so my blog wouldn't be as public as I liked it. But I might have something else up my sleeve here. I'm gonna work on it through weekend so by the time this is posted, it'll be done.

My mom knew I was going to Giant and so she ordered for mushroom soup and a can of mushrooms. She was making an Italian feast, spaghetti, lasagne and pizza. It was a stormy rain again here but I liked the rain. Other than the benefit of a clean, fresh air at night, the quiet moments before the first drop fell seems magical.

I suppose that you hardly ever look up into the sky before a storm. I think the clouds and lightning play is beautiful. When it gets dark enough that my mom had to turn on the lights, I go outside simply to look up. Winds are always strong here, and the clouds move very fast, each with its own shade of grey. I come out to witness a battlefield.

Huge, ominous dark clouds rolling like a blanket to turnoff the skylight. Tiny, white wisps get swallowed up in blinking. Larger, darker and more scattered than the wisps are these active, wind-tossed clouds push themselves against the dark blanket and each other like mad dogs with stomach ache. Every now and then, behind the mad clouds, a flash, then ended with a deafening groan.

On that particular storm, as I saw the blanket falls elegantly, yet sinister as well, these wisps joined together to make a white disk, a mini, airborne typhoon. As they move, they gathered speed and other wisps and more speed. Quickly, they escaped the hungry huge blanket and the mad clouds to lighter areas. The mad clouds seem to turn even angrier and they banded together with the dark blanket to make one monstrous mad cloud.

That's when they unsheathed their loud lightnings and marched like soldiers to the drumming of falling rain. It was at this point that I knew that, like the brave wisps, I should probably run for cover. I was standing under the metallic lamppost outside my Home and if I got struck dead by lightning, I wouldn't be able to enjoy my mom's cheese pizzas.

Signed: *Ophie... eating leftover pizzas