An hour ago, I had to step outside to disturb my serious thoughts. As you have gleaned in my earlier posts, the political and social sides of my outlooks were trying to take charge of my day. I would not want to end up ranting through my next posts. That would be a frightening idea. 🙂
So, there I was at the outer tip of my site, collecting firewood from fallen branches of mahogany trees. Even the wooden shell of their fallen fruits could be used to start a fire. Being prepared had its rewards.
The southwest winds had been blowing since morning, keeping the temperature below the normal of 30 degrees Celsius. The temptation to work outside was high but I balked at the idea: it was nearing lunch.
I saw the dark clouds on the horizon. They massed as one, forming a blanket of darkness, inching towards my direction. Staring at it from afar gave me instant wonder how Nature could be so full of natural change.
I closed my eyes while my nose sniffed the freshest of air. In a matter of seconds, it cooled down. The signal was present: I learned of it from experience.
Placing the firewood in a sack, I lugged it on my shoulder, rehearsing in my mind how to run the quickest route back to the house. About a hundred yards, with calamansi trees as living obstacles, I could make it.
Here it is, I told myself. The faint sound was a few kilometers away but approaching very fast. The blackness faded into whiteness but still moving towards north.
I ran, the sound ominously creeping behind my back. It would seem it could overtake me. I had to run faster.
Five meters from the house, I felt slight wetness as small droplets of rain penetrated my thin shirt. No more than a few feet left and I would be safe.
I knew I won the race just in time, when the howling winds echoed maniacally, escorting the diagonally-falling rains, unsettling the peace of leaves on trees and plants. Everything outside felt the short period of Nature’s fury.
Figuratively, so did I.