Lightshow

One of life’s greatest miracles swirled in tonight. Someone up there wanted to be heard and gave us the greatest light show. We all sat on the porch watching the storm come in.  As I sat in the rocking chair, the dog curled himself around my leg. Kate, Peter and the neighborhood kids shrieked each time the thunder clapped. You could feel it deep down in your belly.  Chris stood content noticing the smell of fresh rain after it had fallen on the garden. The plants in the yard rejoiced. The hydrangeas especially, who reached out their massive blooms like they were cupping their hands for a drink of water.  As soon as the storm passed, the camera beckoned despite the pile of dirty dinner dishes. Although dealing with some stomach issues today, some things are just more important, like capturing a moment that will quickly dissipate into the darkness of evening. Not knowing how long the light show would last, I stayed close to home never venturing more than a mile from the David Miller homestead.  It’s probably best that way, as I captured my usual close to home photo haunts in a new light.  Tonight, nature brought more nutrition to our souls than the bowls of pasta I had served for dinner.  It makes me hope that my parents looked up from Final Jeopardy to notice it. Now, back to cleaning the dishes where I see no miracle in sight. No worries though, tonight’s views should carry me through until the next one comes along.