What fun, what fun! My first freak thunderstorm of the year, I just love them. It rained for only around 10 minutes, really hard so that the road looked like a river, and it washed all the dust into the storm drains. And there was hail the size of ice cubes that my freezer makes falling from the sky. I would have run out into the road and stood there getting wet, except the hail would most likely have knocked me out or at least caused a lot of discomfort and bruises. We all went and stood on the front porch to watch the events unfold, me with my bowl of yogurt and granola, my sister with her comic book. Mom lost interest and started thinking about the flowers and I pointed out that some of our nicest ones, sadly I don't know what they're called, have bloomed into a brilliant shade of magenta. Dad just talked about how we had insufficient drainage on the property. I observed a bug trying to fly wherever a bug might fly in conditions like this. It was weaving it's way in and out from under the safety of the porch roof, until a big hunk of frozen water took it down and both of them were obliterated on impact with the brick edge that is the front of our house - a life and a form gone unnoticed from this world by everyone except for me.