flash storm

It descended upon us suddenly. The abruptness hit me like the mood swings of a woman suffering from PMS unannounced - you get the idea. Soon every debris and leaf was flying everywhere and the glass door, too weak to hold its ground, flung open, sending lightweight items and napkins toppling over counters and tables and scuttling all over the floor. The sweeping tsunami wind hurried past the narrow entrance. Then it dispersed in a plosive action like the amplified popping of a cork from a wine bottle. The mad rush fluttered hair and proved to be sweet relief from the heat and humidy encountered during the day. I remained in my seat, shell-shocked and speechless at the sudden flurry of activities.

It was the result of "the warm front meeting a cold front" - so explained my Geography major friend as we picked up the scattered signages on the floor and returned them to the coffee counter. The manageress, looking a little dishevelled herself, apologised for the slow response by her staff. We smiled and returned to our table.

I was at Spinelli, Novena Square when the intense storm hit town. The rain was so heavy that it was impossible to walk out without getting thoroughly soaked. We stayed put in the cafe of course to catch up on the week's events. Once in awhile, I looked up and past the glass walls to gaze at the freak storm blow away all of yesterday and swirl into the uncertainties of tomorrow...

Where were you when the intense storm struck?