I’m currently in my hotel room in Ottawa in the middle of a thunderstorm. It’s actually very exciting, lightening is flashing in the darkening sky every minute or two. It’s a pale purple/white colour and flecks across the city, lighting up the entire sky.
The thunder comes a few seconds later, along with the rain, which is gushing down, but can’t be seen from the window. It grumbles and cracks, like a grumpy noise a child makes when it doesn’t get its own way, combined with a cough of an old man. A mixture of old and new.
I’m on the eleventh floor, which gives a spectacular view of the city. Parliament building is around one side, and numerous buildings – towering skyscrapers alongside hotels, shopping centres, parking multi-storey buildings and apartment blocks, with tiny lights from windows all the way up and down, which guide the shapes, in colours of yellow, white, green, blue and red. Shining like stars, flickering like candles from a few metres away. All lit up by a single burst of flat light.
The thunder has stopped now. The light is the only thing that remains, and I can’t hear any rain whatsoever. It’s like a faulty light, that flickers on and off randomly, but can’t seem to ever decide whether it wants to be on or off. It’s weird that it’s quiet. It’s weird that there’s no rain I can hear, and nothing I see outside either, except the lightning.
People say thunderstorms are scary, I think they’re exciting. I wish there was some rain though, that would make it better. And someone to go outside and get sopping wet with.
