Mama always said that if there's a crash of thunder and then lightning, you can tell how far away the storm is. If the lightning takes a while, it's far away. If the lightning happens right away, you are basically in the storm. She told me this, I think, to help me not be scared of storms. Instead I would obsessively count the seconds between thunder and lightning. One...two...three...CRASH. One...two...CRASH.
That night, there was no time between the thunder and the lightning. They happened at the same time, as the rain pounded our house, sneaking its way through our windows and roof, dripping on the kitchen floor, splashing on the window sill in my bedroom. No towels could stop the sound of the drip, drip, dripping. It didn't matter because I couldn't sleep through the thunder anyway. I knew that the storm was right above us, and I couldn't even count to one before the sky lit up, showing the bare trees next door.
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