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[jere7my]

I just spent twenty minutes standing on the back deck, watching the storm pass.

After three days of smothering, slippery heat, the temperature free-fell twenty degrees in an hour. I stood wind-pummeled and shirtless while the storm strode past to the north of us, wearing seven-league boots, laying about itself with white whips. It sprinkled me with its aspergillum as it passed, blessing me, but it didn't douse me, didn't soak me the way I wanted. That's okay.

Inside, I found window fans on the floor, takeout menus blown down the hall.

I didn't tell you, I think, that when I came home from work on Friday I found a little cup full of fresh rambutans waiting on the kitchen counter, like big burrs of deep maroon and velvet. I hadn't tasted them (or seen them) in twenty-five years, since I lived in Malaysia, but adfamiliares had found them for me. Using my thumbnail (just like the old farmer showed little me), I split the skin between the spines and slid it like a jacket off the shoulders of the fruit inside — cream-colored, pleasantly gelatinous, springtime fragrant. It tasted just like I remembered.

(Hey! I get to marry this girl.)

Comments

[marcmagus]

Ok, that's just not fair. We still don't seem to have gotten the promised storm at all, just a bit of bluster from the wind.

Mmmm....rambutan. You are a lucky man.

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

The storm hit me and Veronica just as we were driving back from a girl scout meeting --when neither of us could see the lines on the road, even with the wipers going full force, we decided that it was probably time to pull into a parking lot and wait for the rain to die down. (*especially* since V's only been driving for about a year)

Watching the rest of the storm, though, was amazing. Even after the rain stopped, the lightning kept going, constantly. It was beautiful.

~Sor

(Also, damn, adfamiliares is cool. GIve her a hug for me, and tell her that.