Wednesday, April 28, 2004

" strom clods "

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you wake up to a sounds that resembles a dynamite explosion nestled in a wooden cave in a dark forest of the clouds which gather. the sounds echo in a deep resonating, blessed and fearful frequency. there's not much you can do but you lie awake now in your bed and just close your eyes back and experience what nature has come to be.

then the rains come.

first a light hint of pit-patterings, followed by the familiar taps of new rain hitting the beat earthen floor. and then, all of a sudden...

the storm of a raging beastial monsoon awakens and opens up and onto the land. there is almost no room to see beyond, because the rainfall is so intense and voluminous. you get up and peek out behind pastel vertical blinds in time to see the storm explode, and it all hit at once; this is real.

three hours later, after the storm has subsided, and the rain clouds are reduced from their carriage, the land dries up in the refreshed heat of a new day.

i love thailand.

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