*image from here
A little girl hovers close to her mother,
clinging as the lightning flashes.
Daddy enters the kitchen,
takes the girl's hand,
leads her to the back porch.
She settles on the step,
flanked by Daddy and dog.
Between her protectors
she watches bolts dance over cornfields
to the music of raindrops,
the rhythm of thunder.
I didn't always like thunderstorms. They used to scare me but one of the untarnished happy memories of my Dad from childhood involved the setting above. If Daddy wasn't around I ran for cover when the thunder started but if he was there I felt safe and even enjoyed the show from the back porch theater. Eventual;y, I got to where I liked them whether he was there or not.
Mr. Lime likes to sit on the porch and watch them too so our kids have grown up enjoying them rather than fearing them. That's not to say we're going to stand out in a field holding a metal rod during a storm but from a safe vantage point we relish them.
It's been beastly hot the last couple of days and the AC in both the car and the house is dead. A nice thunderstorm rolled through and cooled things off so I am counting that and the happy memories they bring back.