chances of rain were ten percent on thursday. the thunderstorm beat the odds, sky grumbling and lightning striking all around us as we navigated our way to south congress avenue for the "first thursday" festivities.
i admit that i was terror-stricken as my roommate navigated us through the streets. it felt as if we were moving beneath rough waters.
even after years of living in texas, i'm not used to storms like this.
bakersfield is a desert, well-irrigated for crops to grow. rain is rare. the sky often dusty, the air always dry.
moving to the bay, i was shocked by the way it would rain there. for hours. just a steady patter outside. a steady grey blue to the afternoon.
but here in texas, rains storm. the whole world shaking under the thunder. the whole world blinded as lightning strikes electric veins in the sky. and rain falls not in drops, but in heavy, suffocating sheets.
we ducked into a store on south congress. i was shivering in my refuge when my friend called me to watch the sunset outside. the storm had cleared as suddenly as it had begun, allowing the last red hours of sunlight. this last part of the day now innocent in its beautiful hue.
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