thunder clouds suddenly descended.
the sky turned murky gray.
my kind of murky, sky-storm gray.
i said to myself, nice weather comin in.
out of the murky gray, a lightning flash.
a split-second later, a thunder clap.
then a yellow-hot spark.
the plastic case of a nearby plug outlet pops out,
and flies off some meters away with a startling violence.
i was pouring the teapot's boiling contents into a steeping pot.
the lightning, thunder and electrical short didnt even startle me.
i make myself some tea.
and sit down and sip some.
and check the outlet casing.
i smell no burnt plastic.
i check with a tester.
outlet's ok.
power steady.
fuck the lightning.
fuck the thunder.
they don't frighten me.
i take another sip on my tea.
the science of streaming cerebro
defeats the violence of lightning.
skystorm wins again.