We drove up a hill to watch the sunset, hoping that there would be a break in the rain and we would have one last moment of beauty. Instead, the weather doubled down. Wind blowing the trees around, big, wet drops of rain throwing themselves to earth. We took pictures through the windshield. We could see lightning in the distance and hear the thunder rolling through. I rolled down my window on the driver’s side just a quarter of an inch so we could hear, so we could be part of it. It was beautiful, with spots of blue sky in one direction and curtains of rain in the other. Then a massive jolt of roaring sound and light hit us. Louder than I could have imagined. A sound that could flatten earth. The last sound prey hears, before it’s will is taken from it. We didn’t know what to do with ourselves. Fear or joy? Threat or gift? While we were saying “oh my god” and “wow” and trying to remember how to breathe, the car closest to us quietly left the exposed hillside we were sharing. Great vacation.
This Will Be Funny Later 