Storms raged across Ontario yesterday afternoon. Yetch and I were running errands when "tornado activity" was being reported. I'd looked up at the heavy, purple-grey clouds as we were pulling into a parking lot and said "Those look ominous". Turned out I was right.
By the time we were ready to head back to the car, the rain was falling in sheets, slamming into the storefront.
Thunder boomed, sending vibrations through the car as we made our way home. The rain thinned, but you got a sense of how much rain was dropped on the city all at once. Every five minutes we were faced with flooded patches of road where the water tickled the door frame of the car. Branches littered the roads everywhere in our neighbourhood, and even a large tree had been toppled.
We arrived home safe and sound, the sky sunny and blue once more, with only the scattered debris on the roads as evidence of the sudden storm.
That and the fact the power was out across the east end of the city for more than 5 hours.
What does a ghoul on a deadline with a huge show on the horizon do in a blackout? She gathers more than 20 candles to light up her office like a shrine, and does paper mache.
Just me, the work, and my little monkey radio playing commercial-free jazz.
It was actually quite nice, and took some of the pressure off from my looming deadline.
Of course, if it happens again between now and Thursday, I may have a breakdown.