Something to Miss
I love the way thunderstorms roll in here. Last night we opened the curtains and the windows and all sat on the bed and watched the, now familiar, phenomenon. At first there was a dark, jagged line across the sky where the clouds turn from steely blue to dark charcoal. Far back in the distance bright lightning flashed, still too far away for the resulting thunder to be heard. Then came the wind, it was almost instant, stillness one second followed by whistling and howling the next. Finally the rain. We watched it appear in the street light of the culdesac behind us before it hit our window. I'm truly going to miss the way the storm gods seem to pull the weather across the sky here like a giant, metallic sheets, rumbling a cracking as they pass.