the rix mix

When I was a teenager, my best friend & I were swimming in my family's  circular pool when a thunderstorm came. We got out of the pool & took shelter in the awning-covered patio at the rear of the house. We had no sooner sat down when a bolt of lightning zipped  through the surrounding higher trees & blew a small hole in the corner of the garage roof a few yards from the pool, with a simultaneous ear-splitting explosion. A  puff of smoke or steam rose from the hole  as a torrential downpour drenched any fire that may been ignited. We looked at each other & said, "Wow."

Labels: growing up, weather