It sounds like being inside of a snare drum because that's essentially where I am. The round room with concrete floor and walls covered by a taut metal roof creates a very similar instrument. When it rains, it sounds like I'm trying to sleep inside of a snare drum that is being pummeled by an overzealous adolescent boy who lacks rhythm and inhibition.
The thunder reverberates throughout my entire body. It's like standing in front of enormous speakers that alternate between the same two notes at the bottom of the bass clef. Somewhat unsettling, it can continue for 10 or more seconds and towards the end of that time I start to wonder if a part of me, like my heart or another organ, is going to pop.
I asked the older men at the Kageno Community Center if they had heard the storm last night.
"What storm?" one of them asked.
"You didn't hear the rain and thunder?" I asked, dumbfounded.
They chuckled and shot amused glances at one another.
"That wasn't a storm," one of them explained, "that was just some rain."
I can't wait for the storms.
1 comment:
This is one of my favorites, Trev. I can imagine how awesome that sounds just from your description. Shoot...I wonder what they consider a storm?
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