In the dark, I waited for a thunderstorm to arrive and break the humidity. The stifling air was still, hot and thick. The approaching storm rumbled mightily in the distance. In the still gloom, I noticed the season’s first lightning bug waft its way high into the trees.
And then the rain came. At first, a distant rushing sound that drew closer. Then a downpour, lashing wind, blinding flashes of lightning. I stepped back form the edge of the porch so I didn’t get soaked. It became cool.
Summer has arrived. The blistering heat, the sweltering humidity. And cooling thunderstorms.
Beautiful.
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