I happened to be heading home last night as the storm clouds gathered. For a brief moment I thought I might get in before the deluge, but pulling into Barbara’s drive seemed to mark the limit of the sky’s holding power. The first raindrops fell as the car door slammed and within seconds, a solid wall of rain surrounded me. The relatively short distance home seemed to take forever, for I could recognize nothing around me—no landmarks were visible as the walls of water poured down. Strong winds blew the rain, swirling it up and around to fill the streets with free standing waterfalls. Electrical power must have already been interrupted although that didn’t occur to me. There was an eerie light pushing the darkness as the glow of early summer evenings struggled to peek through the black clouds.
No one was out but me—no cars, no lights at the library—a creepy tingle traveled up the back of my neck as I trudge on toward home and safety. A few limbs had fallen into the street as I approached Front from Main. I carefully maneuvered past the obstacle blocking my path and breathed a sigh of relief as I turned into my drive. Thankful for the overhang along the edge of my roof, I pulled close to the back steps, gathered my things and managed to move quick enough to gather but a few rain drops. The storm raged on for over an hour, several of my neighbors lost power. My lights only flickered a couple of times as I sat quietly reading—thankful to be warm and dry inside my home.
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