Windswept

It is a dark and stormy afternoon. The angry earth and howling winds.

I love it. If anything, at least I can't smell cigarette smoke. On dry days, it's all the city smells of, ciggy smoke and spittle in the streets. That's probably why I especially love it when Cebu is lashed by nature; no one stays on the street and smokes/spits. No one can. Everything is drenched. The air smells so clean. Sometimes I just stay outside and watch the rain, feel the wind. It's more therapeutic than Lipton Vanilla Tea. Something about the anger of Mother Nature seems to calm me. Life becomes less complicated. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones, not having to scamper about trying to hold on to life... it could be worse, living in Samar or some such.