a storm awakening2: the comeback

The last storm subsided.then like a deja vu it came back again.That was it!The comeback!I awaited for this storm to return ever since i had to make my story less predictable and more special!The raindrops danced again bla bla, neighbor got out again bla bla, i felt like a singer from a boys band walking with my shirt open towards the storm.The rain felt heavily on my body.my shirt got soaking wet but all it got was darker allowing the stupefied by passers a clear view of my wonderful yet hairy chest.[Note to self: next time shave.I know a good girl who charges by the square meter.Will pay her in tickets.After all i am ready and i deserve better].I felt like an explorer, treading on new grounds.Exploring a new territory through lonely book guides. Only i was the narrator...I felt the rain dripping all the way in my underwear till i could feel wet all over.I stood there telling my self that this story is not yet special.I had to think harder...
Suddenly i could feel it.It came to me like an epiphany!First the one side then the other.The colossal truck that splashed in the mud puddle thus enhancing my left profile with that added extra mud water that was lacking should i desired to do peeling.Then it circularly moved to my right and splashed my right profile thus completing my mud cast.I left so quickly that the mud statue remained.It was a tribute to mud.I did not get mad though.I continued onwards to the creation of this terrific story in the raging storm.The storm ended several times and i had to restart it all over.It is easy Ctrl+Alt+Del and restart.You get wet all over again bla bla.SO i continued in the looping storm.The raindrops fell continuously on the pavements and streets and pavillions and shops and balconies and dogs peeing and if i dont say something inspired i will have to wait till the storm restarts.
The storm was raging as always and i could see no help coming to shelter me from all the rain.But that was ok cause i like to get wet in the rain.Suddenly i remembered that the best recipe for a good story is romance, adventure and the sense of unexpected.Restart
The storm was persevering.[What a stupid word!]
The storm was insatiable.[yes and then Kim Basinger did a strip tease with fruits...stupid]
The storm was furious.[somebody ate my porridge...stupid]
The storm was biblical.[then Moses split the mud paddles in two just for fun...stupid]
The storm was holding
The storm was falling
The storm was restarting
The storm kept the unchanging tempo of the concert performed by the raindrops on the street.Alone i wondered the city streets where people used to walk, now hidden behind windows in the dry security of their adobes. I felt compelled to splash in the first puddle of rain in front of me.The water came splashing up practically frozen in a slow motion movement.The first move was on me.the second one was his.We looked each other in the eyes.It was a question of who would make that third move.Time felt like dust pilling on us with every second ticking like an earthquake on the clock.Tick.Eyes.Tick.Bodies still in time.Tick.Eyes.That ticking didnt stop.Soon he had to visit a doctor.Had to see why he had that incessant ticking.Tradition says that you are going to see someone but never did tradition define the boundaries between the actuality of seeing and the realistic view of neurological deficiencies.He did see a doctor.Also a law student, then a secretary, a graphic arts designer, an architect, a dancer and several others.But she was the one...It was the way she ignored him that made him become so persistent.Close to her he discovered the true meaning of isolation.Close to her he was motivated.Close to her he felt he was in love.She made him pump up with love and despair; he blew her up with a needle right on the foot.Then the torso.The final karate kick came right in the solar nexus!Kaaiiiiii Ya!She shouted!You despicable turd of Yak,I will have you for breakfast.Breakfast was pancakes with syrup, omelet, boiled eggs, medium boiled eggs and hard boiled eggs.Many questioned this diet, but it was certain that it gave you the proteins needed to get through a hard day with a hard shell!The secret was the old recipe that he stole from his grandmother while she was asleep.She kept it in her boxer shorts that her late husband left her as a token of his undying love for her.His love endured.He didn't.The secret was well hidden in one of the folds of the boxer, that hid beneath the fold of 100 years of skin.Somewhere between the tissue and the skin and the obvious disgust in his face, he found it!Eureka!The hidden land of the unexplored territories laid there before him...He looked into the unknown and uncharted land ahead, checked his lonely planet guide on where were the best places to eat and headed for that direction.Romance, adventure and the unexpected waited for him.Beckoned as the last can of corn opened.Vegetables were over.The fruit were finished and the remains of the last lunch were but a fleeing memory.The need for a resupply of half a lunch without salad and vegetables fruits and pitas was required.But who would go out and get them...Who would slay the dragon?Who could finish his work on time?The only thing certain was the rain falling hard like the seconds on the clock...
The storm was raging
The storm was restarting
The storm was echoing
The storm was boring
The storm was not anymore