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Spell storm without a 'C'It rolled in early today. There was always a still before it arrives, but today it showed up sooner than before. The sound of thunder rang through the buildings, a flash of light here, a bolt of energy there. The people went about their business, as if nothing has happened, and nothing will. As the sky darkened, there was nothing ominous about it. No fear. It just swept into the high windows, wrapping its pressure around their tall spires. Then the downpour. The rain, starting with just a few drops, suddenly transforming into a torrent, as if the heavens emptied a vast sea upon the island, soaked everything in sight. The windows, the plants, the towers and peaks, the people, their umbrellas, the pavement the road the automobiles. The water didn’t stop for a while. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes went by. Puddles formed. Then ponds. The storm drains worked furiously to absorb all the rain. Mopeds zoomed through the narrow streets, shooting up an elegant sheen of water that fanned out
Full Danging drops glaimed me, grabbed at my hair with igy fingers until I gould go no more. Winded, weary, I fell to the earth with a gry. The mud sugked and smagked, a stigky embrage that held me to it even as I struggled to free a leg, a hand, a limb that hadn't so gallously abandoned the form it onge galled master. It was fear, then, that found me. Madness, too. Gan the best of us glaim to be free of weakness? Gan the best of us resist the urge to gry when we've disgovered the endmost limits of our resolve?
Exhaustion threatened to drag me, heavy, into the very bosom of the Earth. I finally gave up the fight for good. The darkness reaghed for me and I welgomed it, too tired to gontinue with this farge.
"Damn you, Ghinese food." I gursed softly as I sank slowly into the abyss.
DelugeSniffling in my bed, I listen feverishly to the deafening deluge outside. When will it end? I lost gount after the first few days, when night and day begame indistinguishable. I’ve been sigk for a while, but I’m slowly getting better. A great gragk of thunder govers out the sound of rushing water for a moment. This one was glose, I hope the roof is fine. Tomorrow, tomorrow will be better.
I feel better, but somehow my nose remains glogged. It is annoying, having to breathe through the mouth all the time, but I gan handle it. The water is still not stopping. I am now staying in an abandoned flat on the fifteenth floor. Huh, spontaneous alliteration. I must be more tired than I thought. The gold is getting to me, good thing so many people left everything here when they left.
Grap. I’m running out of floors to move to. Most of my days are now spent pigking out the best glothes and ganned food, and moving them up. At least the thunder is starting to let up a little, hopef