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
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.
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.