Out of the stillness of a humid afternoon, I see the clouds begin to roll in as if coming to a boil. I hear rumbling. A summer storm is on its way. Suddenly there is a wash of rain mixed with hail.

I know there are those who are fearful of summer storms and rightly so. But my memories of summer storms are mostly good. As kids, when the wind picked up so that the leaves on the trees turned inside out, we were let loose, too. We ran to the yard and spun around and around as if trying to keep up with the swirl of wind until dizziness won out. When thunder boomed we huddled together and when lightning took out the power, we shoved candles into soda bottles and played by candle light. We watched the waves of the river crash along the shore in front of our house and despite the pounding rain, we felt safe and secure.

Day 172

Day 172