The storms built up slowly over the afternoon, the way they do, and rolled by one by one until just after sunset. That doesn’t mean we ever had a problem. In this part of the world, the land’s so big, the weather almost never finds you. But you see the storms, or hear them, or enough of the system passes overhead so that you get these waves of rain and wind.
Today was like another time and place: cloudy, mostly dark and damp, with thunder rumbling many seconds after distant lightning flashes. We read or took our naps under quilts in the cool late afternoon while rain drummed on the skylight. It was like being a little kid at grandma’s house in bad weather when there wasn’t anything to do and everybody rested. That never happens anymore, I guess, with the internet in your pocket. There was a time, though, when quiet was your friend and you were safe.