July 28th, 2009

A thunderstorm moves through in the late evening, lightning flickering like a dying light bulb, thunder far then suddenly near, a crack outside the window and then the thunder keeps rippling, rippling. The sky is illuminated again and again, the rain slowly grows softer but the lightning flashes, flashes again and I remember watching together with R a thunderstorm roll in across a vast Wyoming plain. He is still working downstairs. I go and get him and together we lean out the bedroom window and watch the sky flash.