
Heat Lightning:
All day, meteorologists promised extreme storms.
Tonight, the atmosphere is grumbling,
clearing its throat, and posturing,
like a featherweight boxer
feinting,
trying to seem larger and tougher
than he is.
The sky tries to intimidate
but the little flashes of heat lightning
are only entertaining.
I sit on the porch and think
this is my favorite kind of night.
Photo at top: Lightning. Wikimedia Commons photo.
I am a retired teacher who enjoys the outdoors, especially the Adirondacks. My parents took us camping when we were kids, then we attended 4-H Camp in Speculator (a former CCC camp). As an adult, I served on the Camp board for 8 years. I went to my friend's camp in Bloomingdale (Saranac) for 10 years. We enjoyed cross country skiing, canoeing, fishing, snowshoeing, etc. I still hike, cross country and downhill ski, snowshoe. I bicycle and ride a Harley. I play the organ at a 300 year old church.
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Thanks for capturing the magic, Laura.
That said, the other night around here the atmosphere wasn’t merely “clearing his throat.” Seemed like it had a full blown cold!
Oh boy, sounds rough! I’m in the Southern ADKs and we have been getting off fairly easy.
Laura, I love your personification here. Great ending! I love to watch storms, also.
Thank you for your kind comments, Gail!