Sunday, May 26, 2002

I heard thunder rumbling across the sky from outside my apartment. Reflections of yellow-orange from the streetlights above created a light hovering mist while the rain, black as the glossy streets outside continued to fall. Occasional cars swish-slid past through the window where I have raised my Venetian blinds up halfway. This time the thunder came in waves of deep knocking. Boom – boom – boom. Who’s there? God.