Out of nowhere the air became dense. I grabbed my recorder and rushed downstairs. Before I got a chance to adjust my levels, and right after I opened the door, the street lit up with a strobe-like intensity, my headphones exploded with amplified electricity, and it began to pour…
Aaah… the sights, the smells, and of course the sounds of spring thunder… Water is slamming on the hot asphalt, and the heat rises, carrying the sound of a distant rumbling…
I patiently await another chance to capture the thunder. But, alas, it never comes. Perhaps I’ll make some screeching noises with my door…
