a storm is coming, I can feel it.
Ok yeah, so maybe weather.com forecasted that, but when a storm’s coming, you can always sense it.
There’s a sort of tension in the air. Maybe it’s ’cause of the overcast sky — hardly a hint of blue anywhere, but still bright enough for a hot day like this (it’s 75F / 23C today). Maybe it’s also cause of the low-hanging clouds, white, but getting greyer ever so slowly, sort of like a looming ominous presence as I walked to and fro for class. Then there’s also the wind, hurriedly sweeping across me, rushing off to give those lean trees a good shake and my room windows a good rattle.
Yup, right now, the heavy curtains in my room are doing a little dance of their own to the wind.
Damn, I was hoping the hot weather would stick around longer. With the storm and rain, it’s gonna get cold again. Won’t be surprised if temperature drops 30 F degrees. sigh.
On the other hand, I do miss storms, especially the tropical thunderstorms. There hasn’t been a single thunderstorm in the few months that I’ve been here. Silent rain just falls off the sky, unaccompanied by any visual (lighting) or audio (thunder) display. Just like that, totally unspectacular.
But tropical thunder storms are really something else. All that flashing across the sky, and lighting appearing in every imaginable pattern (a single crooked line, forks of snake’s tongue intertwined, going vertical, or horizontal). All against the angry purple-grey sky. I’ll say that’s really a lot of attitude in there. 
Not forgetting the loud claps of thunder that make me clap my hands over my ears. Large raindrops would batter the hot cement floor with such force, leaving large round wet marks that would soon merge with other marks into one large wet surface, and lazily, heat rises from the floor. Leafy trees and grass bent over from the rain and wind, helpless but resisting the force at the same time.
what a show. I really miss that.
But meanwhile, I’ll just settle for its milder-mannered cousin here.