Frantic Sky

2:18 am.
after making my bed and taking away the stuff from the laundry rack, folding the laundry rack, brushing my teeth, drinking some water...
The sky is frantic. I was deciding if I should go back the way that leaves me closer to the apartment, at Oranienburger Tor, or with Laura and Rosie but leaves me at Friedrichstraße and I realized that I wanted to walk. The warmth of the humid air, and then
the sky is frantic. There is lighting but I only started hearing the thunder now, hours after I first saw it strike. The sky was clear so you could see it so far, just observing it. Just lighting.
Now it is moving and the thunder isn't close enough to clap and clash yet but it will be it will come and like last night it will storm with the rain and cats and dogs and rain like cats and dogs.
The whirligig outside my window was spinning like wheels at the Tour-de-France.

I should go to sleep. I don't want to. I'm tired and I want to listen to the thunder. I am tired. I will go to sleep.


2:30 thunder roll.