summer symphony

So I confess it has been awhile. If you haven’t noticed, you probably aren’t paying all that close attention.

So the semester ended, and I now find myself in the throes of summer school. Huzzah. For me, that means lab from 7:30 in the morning until 11:30, then class from 1-3 in the afternoon. All in all, it isn’t bad. I am just so burnt out on school right now that I think I am going insane. For those of you who know me, you would argue that a) it’s a really short trip for me, or b) I arrived there a long time ago. Plus campus is extremely dead. Like, no one around, nothing to do, dead. Enough about life though…

So it is TSRA right now. With a temperature of 75, it is an anomaly I never experienced growing up. Warm rain? Weird. But I love it. One of the few things to love about Texas is the weather. So, being crazy, I am sitting here on my bed, window open, observing the storm. The only thing that would make this better is if I had a view of something other than the Davis dumpster. And yes, I am being a pilot nerd and watching the storm on the radar.

I close my eyes and listen. A continuous, deep roll of thunder takes the bass line of this summer symphony. The gentle patter of raindrops fill in the underlying countermelody. The constant drone of the big metal thing with fans on top reminds me that I am not out in the middle of nowhere. Occasionally, a sharp crack of thunder provides accent to the unfolding harmony, reminding the other elements they are not chief. The deep thunder continues to roll; its crescendo reminds the sharp cracks of lightening who is providing the foundation and rhythm. It is a summer symphony, but where is the melody? My eyes fly open as a sharp flash of lightening draw their attention. More rolling thunder. Rain patter persists. Suddenly, an accelerando! The intensity of the rain increases as the sky darkens. My eyes dart back and forth, scanning the sky for electric trails. This is my symphony, of which I am the melody.