thunderstorm in May

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Its brilliant out tonight. Slivers of light race across the charcoal grey sky. So sneaky they seem to dart out just as you’ve set your chin down and enjoy watching you jerk your eyes back to their performance as they let out their bellows of rumble. For so long the rain held out. It was perhaps a courtesy so that the wind might steal the show.
It whistled the stray trash along the gutter and stirred up so much gritty dust it rose up into the sky in a brown cloud. Trees in full spring leaf and bloom stirred their green arms to a choppy modern dance accentuated by the occasional shadow and clap.
Not to be outdone, the rumble rose to a roar and slivers became blinding beams. In a crescendo of energy the heavens unveiled their finale as the curtain of rain dropped onto the stage below.
What a show!!

Beththunderstorm in May
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I was up early this morning. 6 am on Saturday, not my style, not by choice. I was puttering around my house before I headed out to clean the trunk of my car. I’m pulling out umbrellas and empty water bottles, enjoying the morning chatter of birds bantering in the trees. A man in a wheelchair zipped by before I could wave, and I breathed in deep the cool air. I hear a few shouts and look across the street to see 3 women jogging down the sidewalk, at first glance it looked like they were laughing. I smiled thinking it was cute these nurses were going for a quick run on their break. But something didn’t quite add up, exaggerated motions, very loud yelling. I looked closer, definately 3 nurses from the Manor, motioning down the street. They stopped on the corner and the short one bent over taking deep breaths, sides heaving. The tall one entended her long arms in my direction, the older one yelled back down the street to ‘get the car! get the car!!’
I started chuckling to myself…. Mr. Grandpa had escaped the elderly home in his electric wheelchair, crusing downtown in the early morning and the nurses were too out of shape to catch this quick-witted fellow.
In a moment a gray car pulled up, the women piled in and zoomed past me.
Oh the joy of living on L Street!!

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