Thunder and lightning are rocking the hot night sky. My daughter lies curled against my side, her soft lax hand resting on my leg, now calmed and sleeping through the angry skies that brought her to my room. In the window the soft hum of the fan carries the tang of ionized midnight air and the smell of damp cut grass. Bright white flashes illuminate my room and make me smile. I love electrical storms. The unmitigated, unfettered power. The wild upswells of wind and hot air, the booming cracks of jagged lightning that thunder through the air, hotter than the surface of the sun and swallowed by the night. Hello summer nights. I’ve missed you.

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