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2002-07-31

Thunder, no rain. Something is wrong here. Yes, you guessed it. This is another futile post where I, perhaps wrongly, assume everything would be for the better if it rained just so little.

If the air weren’t this damp I wouldn’t bother to complain. In truth, I would have little nothing to complain about. Further more I would have nothing much to write about except how I sit up late at night and watch Shogun — mainly because there is little else to do.

What do you know? The rain arrived. It’s like gunfire. Loud bangs, flashes, smoke that raises from the ground and a smattering sound when a water-bullet hits an object like a window or a roof. Surprisingly enough, there are no bad transmission dots in Shogun. However, I don’t know for how long the power will stay. The light has blinked, menacingly, twice now.

Anyway, I’m happy. Never mind that Orson Welles speaker voice just disappeared from the tv among green, red and blue static. It’s raining, the air feels a lot cooler already and besides that, I managed to snap a few neat looking photos through the window. There is no way I’m going out now, in the middle of the night. I don’t know how well my camera reacts when soaked in water.