Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Lazy Vacation post #4

Repost from July 5, 2006, "Musty and Electric".

What a glorious storm blowing right now!

Justin's gone outside to save our neighbor's garbage cans. He's a noble sort.

The wind is blowing so hard that my fences are shaking. I see lightning but I can't hear the thunder yet. Raindrops are coming down in a slant. I've opened my sliding glass door to let in the air. It smells musty and electric.

When Justin and I were first married we spent a night running about naked in a thunderstorm. Justin was walking dead from both college finals and a medication he'd been taking for Desert Storm related headaches. (Justin is a Desert Storm vet.) I had just begun working a nowhere job again after maternity leave after having our first.

The storm came on just as strong as this one. The rain poured and the gutters were rushing. Justin and I stepped outside our basement apartment to look at the lightning while our baby slept. It wasn't long before our bodies needed to rush much like the water in the gutters. We shed our clothing right in smalltown Utah suburbia and ran naked into the street, splashing each other in mud puddles, dancing with the lightning strikes in the dark.

The young man that was dating our landlady's daughter came outside their apartment to see what we were doing. I attended highschool with him. He'd always thought I was so frigid. He got an eyeful of our mud covered bodies and asked if we were high. If we could have shot up that thunderstorm we would have.

When much of the storm had blown itself out and so had we, we went inside and showered together. We felt alive again. We felt alive for a long while after that.

Even though I won't run about naked in this storm it brings the feeling of alive. That's just fine by me.

I can hear the thunder now.

1 comment:

  1. I don't run around naked in thunderstorms for fear of a direct lightning strike on my willy.


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