There was a fabulous squall after swimming today. We emerged from the pool and were instantly drenched, cold, and laughing. I love spring and summer thunderstorms, the ones that come on out of the blue and blow through fast, with tremendous sturm and drang. I love this kind of rain, while I loathe gloomy, endless drizzle. I love thunder and lightning, which somehow seem to be the universe’s way of letting off steam – how remarkable that the very air around us can suddenly be animate with roars and light. The sound and the fury, indeed! It occurs to me that I like my weather with a point of view (much like I like my people).
Today’s storm reminded me of one summer at Cape Cod Sea Camps, when a friend and I ran around on the big open fields in front of the camp in a wild thunderstorm squall. We were soaked to the skin, and literally dancing with the lightning as it touched down around us. The camp director came out and yelled, in the pouring rain, that he would have to fire us if we didn’t come inside because the liability was too great. It is still one of my favorite memories.