Summer Rainstorm

A constant grinding sound came from my basement. The sump pump. For the last hour it churned non-stop as rain poured down outside. Every few minutes, a loud boom was heard. Then I glimpse a bright light of lightning. If my grandma was still here, she’d say, “It’s the angels. They’re bowling.” As I looked through my kitchen window, instead of gentle drops falling, it appeared to be a wall of water surrounding my entire front yard. Maybe instead, it was Wash Day and a miles-long, clear sheet was hanging down from the angels’ clothesline in heaven.

Some scientist, I’m sure, can explain exactly what causes some storms to be filled with the lovely, soft pitter-pat of raindrops and others to be so violent, like this storm. For now, I’m blaming it on Wash Day at the Hotel Hilton in Heaven.

Time to throw those sheets into the warm dryer.

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4 thoughts on “Summer Rainstorm

  1. Leigh Anne Eck says:

    Summer storms are quite contrary. Like you said drip drops one time and torrential downpours the next. Yesterday we had rain on one side of town and clear skies on the other. That Mother Nature – she sure likes to keep us on our toes!

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  2. mgminer says:

    Loved the memory of bowlers in heaven – we used to say that, too! I haven’t thought of it in a long time. I love a good thunderstorm AND the rainbows after. Your piece started with a strong image that pulled me in. I’m glad your sump pump didn’t fail, giving you a different story to tell!

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