silversolitaire | Stormy weather...

On Wednesday, I got into this storm. In a way, it was magical. The train was zooming across the trails, and it was a bit heightened above to houses and the streets. It almost felt like it was flying. The sky turned greyer and greyer... and then the first thunder boomed and lighting flashed. I looked up from my book and was caught by it's magic. For one crazy moment I felt like I was flying through the grey sky, defying gravity and electricty, not fearing those lightning bolts to hit me. Then the rain started in, badly, like threads of grey steal pouring out of the sky, spears that rammed through every delicate surface. People started running and I felt so safe and secure in the confinement of my carriage. Until the train arrive at my station. Of course the carriage managed to stop 200 m before the marginally roofed part. I clutched my bag of mangas and pressed it tightly against my body. I started running and was immediately drenched. The wind tore angrily at my clothes, threatening to steal my hat, but somehow I giggled and felt happy and strong... I liked that feeling.