the thunder is coming very sporadically. there is such full silence in between claps that i forget it's storming and then i jolt a little when the sound shoots into my ears. it's like this eighties pop song i know. i listened to it on repeat for a while because i couldn't work out the clapping in the background. it seemed like they'd let some kid into the studio and let him randomly clap along. eventually i worked out the pattern. but yeah, this thunder is like that song, before i worked out that they clapped in the middle of the second line of the chorus, but only every third time. or something like that.

it's like my life.

actually it's not, i just wish i was deep and had hella awesome weather metaphors to describe my existence. coz like weather metaphors aren't cliched AT ALL (she said, a storm brewing in her mind).

i really like storms. not the running through rain hair being ruined sliding in puddles fogging up glasses water traveling up soaked bottoms of jeans freezing through layers of clothes bit. but the rhythmic patter of rain against the roof numbing my brain to sleep thing works for me.