It's raining while I write this. Hard. You ought to see the clouds. They look like dark tidal waves. And in the middle of them, flashes of light, followed by low rumbles. If I close my eyes, the rain almost sounds like a stadium full of people.
This is the best time to sit on your porch. You can see the whole forest soak in a good drink of water. If you're lucky, you might even see a tree get hit by lightning.
Just be careful.
My daddy's friend got struck by lightning once. He was on a job-site. He felt his hair
stand up. So, he laid himself flat on the ground, spread-eagle.
He said it felt like a firecracker went off in his brain. The blast blew off his shoes, burned his scalp, and ruined his hearing. He was never the same. They say he used to be a quiet man who tucked in his shirt; afterward, he was a sloppy, chatty night-owl who liked to chew ice all the time.
He told folks lightning was the best thing that ever happened to him.
Even so, Daddy said whenever it started to rain, he'd…