my innermost sanctum

of thing's to come?

for about half an hour this afternoon, a non-stop thunder 'n' lightnin show was on. against a backdrop of dark grey skies and torrential rain.

and then me mum commented about the depletion of the ozone layer over the north and south poles, the recent calamities, and wilma the hurricane. apart from the topsy-turvy weather pattern's wee islander's have had been gettin lately.

before she could go on, a thunderclap struck so loudly that i blurted, "cor, god is really pissed off."

end of the world is nigh? the mere thought is scary innit?