Or: Tamil Tiggers. Both phrases I heard I on Wednesday that were coined by strange, strange students.
Tonight as Gail and I left the office, it started to rain. The rain thankfully wasn't heavy because neither of us had umbrellas, but the droplets that did fall on us were these plump, fat things. Then when I got off at my bus stop to walk home I realised there was lightning in the sky too. It felt surreal watching the sky light up for the barest of moments at almost 11pm at night, and hearing the rumble of thunder not too far behind. I don't think I had encountered lightning or thunder the entire time I was in the UK, and definitely not while walking outdoors lately.
For those few moments that it took for me to cross the street and fumble with the gate, every time the sky flashed bright, my heart would clench a little in fear. The idea of being struck by lightning, being under a tree that was struck by lightning, the gate suddenly being struck by lighting as I tried to open it... The fear felt almost childish, but one I couldn't shake. It made me feel like a child again for a moment, to be afraid of lightning.
A few days ago, it started to rain and storm around 4am in the morning, The thunder was so loud that it woke me up. I've forgotten exactly what day it was, but as I realised while lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, it was the first time I recall being jolted awake by thunder. As I lay in bed, I thought for a moment that my house had been struck by lightning and the electricity supply had tripped. It turned out to be just my imagination. With every lightning strike, I watched my curtains illuminate with morbid horror. I ended up only being able to go back to sleep after the storm dissipated about twenty minutes later.
Tonight as Gail and I left the office, it started to rain. The rain thankfully wasn't heavy because neither of us had umbrellas, but the droplets that did fall on us were these plump, fat things. Then when I got off at my bus stop to walk home I realised there was lightning in the sky too. It felt surreal watching the sky light up for the barest of moments at almost 11pm at night, and hearing the rumble of thunder not too far behind. I don't think I had encountered lightning or thunder the entire time I was in the UK, and definitely not while walking outdoors lately.
For those few moments that it took for me to cross the street and fumble with the gate, every time the sky flashed bright, my heart would clench a little in fear. The idea of being struck by lightning, being under a tree that was struck by lightning, the gate suddenly being struck by lighting as I tried to open it... The fear felt almost childish, but one I couldn't shake. It made me feel like a child again for a moment, to be afraid of lightning.
A few days ago, it started to rain and storm around 4am in the morning, The thunder was so loud that it woke me up. I've forgotten exactly what day it was, but as I realised while lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, it was the first time I recall being jolted awake by thunder. As I lay in bed, I thought for a moment that my house had been struck by lightning and the electricity supply had tripped. It turned out to be just my imagination. With every lightning strike, I watched my curtains illuminate with morbid horror. I ended up only being able to go back to sleep after the storm dissipated about twenty minutes later.
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