Raindrops are fallin’on mah head…
Last night, while the wee chiddlers were in bed it rained again in Rambunctious RAK. As the clock struck thrice after midnight, the heavens opened up and spat a few times upon us miserable mortals. I was lying in bed, staring up at the weird brain shaped water-stain on my ceiling, pondering upon the cosmos, mankind and the ghastly lint on my jacket. When the splattering started, i creeped out of bed, out through the door, and stood for around 17 seconds in the “rain”. Three brisk skips and I was back in bed, wet, bedraggeled but completely awake….
Later, around 6:17 I was dreaming about a strange sound emanating from the barrel of the shotgun which I had just fired at the coyote. It was all trance-like. I realised that it was my new “Techno-Alarm” which was soothing enough to lull a elephant in heat to blissful slumber. Nevertheless, the night’s antics had left me with bitter, scanty sleep, and I rolled out of bed. As the misty fogs of REM cleared up, I heard a lil’ alarm ringin’ in my ‘ead. After a few moments of curious ponderation, I realised that the planned “Environmental Council and Preservation Society” bus had left at 6:00 AM. Ringing up a friend cemented my fate, as a sleepy voice told me, that no one really went except the zestful first-years. Assured that I was not the only one to have “mysteriously overslept”, I took the natural course of action. The warm covers beckoned me with the look akin to that in a lover’s eyes. After a brief flurry of action, I was in shotgun-kills-coyote-with-trance music-heaven…
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