Scrambler

​An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life in America. Live from New York.

An Australian Creative Director and Strategist fumbles through life New York City.

Beijing Boom.

At about 3am last night, I was awoken by an incredibly fierce thunder crack. After my initial panic wore off, I lay and enjoyed the storm: sheets of rain, strobes of lightening (new collective noun - write that down) and rolling booms of thunder. The coolest part was the echo of the thunder around the building canyons near my house…that, and the weird feeling of being a little kid again, scared in the storm.

I’ve always loved storms - I can remember climbing on the roof of my house as a kid to watch them barrel in from the west, and then fly overhead to the coast. Last night I sat awake and thought of my roof in Lane Cove, as I watched the storms bombard Beijing from the relative safety of the 21st floor.

By 4:30am, I was tired and wishing the storms would just leave. And then they did, leaving behind only rain and still air.