Monday, August 6, 2012

and whiskers on kittens.


This rain, it doesn't stop. Almost every minute it gets louder and louder, pounding against the green rooftops outside.
We've all got our stories. Some are stranded, evacuating, saving as much things and people as they can. Others, sleeping, oblivious to the impending doom lashing out right outside their windows. Some, up, like me, in the wee hours of the morning, just listening and wondering. It's constant noise out there. I dare not open my window  to let the cold come in, maybe a few rain drops, or hear the deafening sound around me.
Schools are sleeping. Universities. And they will be until tomorrow. It's one of the rare times this has happened--uni being suspended. It never happens, not to us anyway. Things are really serious now. Beep beep. Another text from a friend who is stranded. Beep. Another one from a friend who's evacuating.

Crazy.

Crazy.