When I was a kid, very, VERY  loud thunder zipping through the skies would rattle me.  Especially if it roars out of nowhere!  I grew up in the tropics where we were told that the country has two seasons: wet and dry.  With global warming, I think we now got stuck with just wet season all year round.

Nonetheless I grew up being familiar with storms, sunny rainfalls (and the icky humidity that ensues) and city floods. Now that I live in Singapore, I have come to appreciate the spectacular performance of nature in what articles call a “lightning capital”.

All these years, imagination always gets the better of me  — and I justified the noise with something groovy happening in the clouds.  This was the image I held as truth as a child.

To this day, I continue to amuse myself (especially when lightning flashes and I’m in the middle of the highway!) by imagining this scenario whenever I hear the music of storms.