AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

19 July 2006 8:30 am

It happened again. Or rather, it didn't happen again. I came home from work, and from that moment on, I may as well have been asleep, because nothing really happened. I made dinner and watched a movie that I didn't really need to see. Then I surfed the internet for a while, and went to bed.

There was the most beautiful electrical storm going on outside. For the longest time, no rain or thunder, just blue arcs of lightning in the clouds.

So bright. So blue. So quiet. And then the first crack of thunder as the sky broke and rain came down in sheets, tapping out its staccato on the air conditioner sticking out of our bedroom window.

I put my jacket on and went outside. I needed to put rain covers on the scooters, or they wouldn't start the next morning. It seemed like a 50/50 ratio of water to air out there - so heavy, so constant - like being touched by the sky.

The weather was still warm, too. Not too warm. Sometimes on a hot day in summer it'll pour rain and you'll feel like some sky spirit is pissing in your face because it's so warm, and it's hard to enjoy that. But this was cool water in the warm air - the kind of rain that makes you want to run naked through the streets.

I held out my hands and looked skywards. I let the water hit my face and outstretched palms as the blue and the purple danced across the sky.

"All the power that ever was, all the power that ever will be, is here right now."

It was true. I remembered how amazing and beautiful and scary the world can be.

I covered the scooters and went back inside. By the time I had made it back upstairs, the rain had stopped. It's like the rain was there just for me, coercing me into going outside to see the world. Again.