I love summer time in the south. There’s nothing better than the smell of fresh-cut grass, barbeque grills filling the air with the scent of charcoal and burgers, the sun shining brightly while lounging in the pool and the nights, when the sun goes down and the tree frogs start singing and the lightening bugs spark the yard with a mini-light show. If I could have one wish, it would be to have summer all year long.
That is until a summer storm rolls through. Especially if it’s like the one we had last night.
I hadn’t even noticed it was raining last night until a huge boom of thunder shook the house and a flash of light so bright it lit up my living room, nearly caused me to pee my pants. When I looked up, I saw fireworks outside my window. Lightening had struck a power-pole in front of my house. It snapped the line, which fell across the road and started a fire in my neighbor’s front yard. I called 911 and we waited, while watching cars fly down the road, only to slam on their breaks when they saw the downed lines and skid to a slippery stop. My 4-year-old grandson was here and to say he was excited when a fire truck pulled up in front of the house fifteen minutes later would be an understatement. He was thrilled and kept pointing and jabbering away.
The power company finally arrived half an hour later and we sat in total darkness for 2 hours while they restored the lines. The freakish storm blew over as they worked and by the time they left, stars numbering in the hundreds hovered above the house.
Tonight, its perfect. The sky is clear, the air is warm and I can hear live things rustle in the darkness. If it weren’t for the bugs, I’d live outside in the summer time. I love it like nothing else. It’s the perfect time of year to sit back, grab a glass of sweet tea and just enjoy being alive.