catching lightnings

Name: Kai Golveque
Job Description: Lightning Catcher

Sweet! For the past days, rain was pouring like crazy. And Murphy's Law exists. Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, it does.

Take this for instance. Walking home, no umbrella aboard your uber big bag, water precipitates. You walk faster. Then BAM! You slip! Right in front of so many bystanders.Tough luck, I gather.

I woke up at 3am. Mindful of my roommates snoring off to their respective dreamland, I tiptoe my way to the bathroom. Just as I turned on the lights, a bright flash outside our windows caught my attention. And before my sleep-induced groggy mind could think what that was... BOOM! Thunder. Scary piece of work, thunder is. Car horns went off outside. I saw my roommies peeking behind sleepy eyelids to see what the commotion was about. And I unnecessarily giggled. Typical of me.

After the loo, I tiptoed my way back to my bed. Wrapped myself tight under my covers. Eyes widely shut, I still see light! How?! Another lightning! I started to count. And waited for another bout of sky-angry, car-horn-blasting moment. 1, 2, 3 KABOOM! That was pretty neat! Lightning so near! Angry thunderous lightning. Hmm. Care to catch one?

It doesn't end there. Some time after saving my piece of inspiration in my phone, it hits me. The longer I count in anticipation of its associated thunder, the less menacing lightning seems.
Aww.

Maybe I'm talking metaphorically. Maybe not. But then again. I just realized. Before sending out negative, angry, and deprecating words, COUNT!
Wait.

Then maybe, just maybe. You wouldn't seem so bad.