Sunday as I worked and typed in x-chat with a co-worker she mentioned that her lights were flickering and the wind was howling. I stopped to pause for a second...didn't she just live down the hill in Ellensburg?
I typed back 'aren't you in Eburg'?
'Yep', she replies.
'And it's windy with lightning'?
'Yep'.
'Wow I'm just up the hill in Roslyn what's up'...hmmm.
As I logged off the work computer and turned out the light I made my way to my porch. No wind. In the distance though I could see flashing. Rapid flashing. Yep definitely a lightning storm in the works.
I made a promised phone call for a beer date at the bar. He was at home or at the neighbors anyway and asked if we could stay in and have a beer. 'There is a good storm on outside', I replied. So he walked down the hill in the hot summer night and we moved the wooden bench on my porch to face the East and watched long into the night as it surrounded us yet never got really close. The dense heat filled clouds suctioned themselves to the high ridges that surround us and moved across the state to wake my sister later in the night in Burien.
The wind slowly picked up and some rain fell and we moved to the west end of the porch as the storm made it's way over the Pass. Mixing with and cooling the hot air that had sat in the valley. Sapping any moisture at all left in the ground from our incessant spring rain.
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