The Rain In Spain Falls Nothing Like This

[the_wanlorn]

This afternoon I was all geared up for a thunderstorm. The sky was on ominous greenish color. There had been a stiff, warm breeze blowing through my window for the past hour. Thunder grumbled in the distance, muttering about how damned hard it is to chase Lightning around everywhere and no one appreciates him and everyone oos and aahs over that flashy tart when he's doing all the work. (Side note: A kitten has discovered how to take clothespins off chip bags. I am doomed.) I'm waiting for the rain to start trickling and for the thunder and lightning to get closer. It's not really happening and I realize that, "Oh no! The storm's going to miss us! Gorramit, we never get anything cool in CowTown!" And then CRACK! KABOOM! There was a brilliant flash of light outside and a house-rattling crash. The winds bent the two giant oaks sugar maples outside my window in half (note to self: fun airplane helicopter things do not turn into acorns; acorns turn into acorns). The forsythia bushes whipped back and forth and in rabid circles. The torrential downpour of rain hurt as it was being driving horizontally through my windows. I closed everything just in time. A limb the circumference of a fist and the length of a leg was ripped from one of the trees and smashed into the side of the house, right on my window. The house was shaking every few minutes as Zeus saw fit to punish us puny mortals by hurling lightning so it struck right outside our house. If we still had the old windows, the thunder would've made them play chopsticks for a half hour straight. It was utterly brilliant. I went outside around 6:30 after it had calmed down and the sky was more greenish yellow than gray-black. Leaves and branches were strewn across the yard. The sugar maples were partially denuded. Large branches had broken off of trees throughout the woods and were dangling in the light, cool breeze. An incredibly large limb - I'm talking a full quarter of the tree - was ripped from the little maple tree next to the deck. Utter chaos and destruction. And then I left and discovered that, strawberries don't taste strawberry-flavored, and they're kinda sour, they're still good. Also, I think my mum (and, by extension, me) is the only person in the world who considers strawberry shortcake to be made with shortbread, not with sponge cake. Also, I just ate all of my sister's chips. Oops.

Comments

[vicki-thecute.livejournal.com]

Okay, that? Sounds wicked cool. Man, I love me a nice summer storm. (Spoken like a true non-property owner, I know)

[(Anonymous)]

SHORTcake. Not strawberry SPONGEcake. I've had it with sponge cake lots, especially from stores or restaurants, so I know lots of people use spongecake, but at least down here in hicksville when we make it from scratch we (read: my family) ALWAYS use a sweet, buttery shortbread, freshly cooked-down strawberries and real whipped cream.

--Lando

[the-wanlorn.livejournal.com]

Yeah! That's what we do! But everywhere else that I've had it people use sponecake. I just don't get it. *shakes head sadly*

[crazyasitsounds.livejournal.com]

I use a kind of biscuity thing to make strawberry shortcake with.

[desert-knits.livejournal.com]

Wow. I wish I could describe stuff all brilliant and eloquent like that.

[iheartmunkies.livejournal.com]

I dont like shortcake, so I use angel food cake. The strawberry juice from the masterbated strawberries seeps into it and makes it nice and soft and GOD I'M HUNGRY! And that storm had a special name and i'm glad I dont live there anymore, I'd have been scared to death.