Hand from heaven

Ok. 1 am Saturday.

Blam. Bam. Crack.

I see right through the tent walls a white flash. I hear the tat, tat, tat … Ever increasing.

I text maddog – dishes are done. We left some out overnight.

My heart is racing…. I tell myself. Calm the heck down.

10 minutes later i fall asleep to the tat tat tat.

I wake up again to the second storm. I check the ground under the tent. Everything is still dry.

Crack. Blam. Bam.

Tat tat tat

Flash.

I hear a car alarm go off. The disarm. The slam and see the folks finding shelter in their car.

My hand is shaking. I find keys. I find shoes. I am ready to run and open the truck.

I text maddog stay low. I get the reply i am.

I tell myself to calm down.

I fall asleep to the tat tat tat of the rain.

The final storm of the night rolled in irty minutes later. The final cracks of thunder… The tat tat i fall back asleep.

Wow….

We wake up and comment about the hands of heaven reaching down and slapping us awake in the night.

Pancakes and hashbrowns… We reminise of the night.

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