Electrical Storm

Like the U2 song, the sky tonight flickers in its stochastic non-rhythm of electroluminescence. Muted thunder rolls after a pregnant pause, leaving me still... hanging. Like some annoying 3-year-old playing with the light switch, where you just want to scream "STOP FLICKING THE DAMN SWITCH!!", the night sky offers no solid explanation for its pernicious behaviour. The humid air leaves my skin dripping in my overheated, underfurnished apartment. It's an oven even with the doors open. But just when I'm ready to give up and shut myself in the one room with air conditioning, a soft patter of rain hushes into existence. Now the air is dragged by that rainfall, ever intensifying, pulling a breeze through the apartment. Wow, it's really, REALLY coming down now! Scary hard!