A Thunderstorm over Rome

As suddenly as I was woken by the first a second crack, thud and thump went racing through the still, night atmosphere. It was as though the night sky were being savoured in two by a gigantic whip. The thrill that raced through my veins, penetrating every corner of my sleepy body, filled me with immense excitement.

Every time my body was about to surrender to its sleepy endorphins, thunderclaps catapulted it back into reality. Once conscious again it seemed as though I had known the clap was coming. It was as though time began to move like a pendulum, swinging between various states of consciousness.

This continued for what seemed an eternity, while outside rain began to pour ferociously, calming the anguished clouds. Eventually all that could be heard was the monotonous patter of rain on soggy ground and my consciousness escaped again and curled itself into a fetal position until it awoke to a sunny morning.

1 thought on “A Thunderstorm over Rome

  1. I like the thunderclaps”catapulting it back into reality”. I reminds me of a night I once spent in a Brussels hotel ! – consciousness suspended between the need to sleep and the intruding awareness of the energy of the storm.

    I told you it might rain in Italy!

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