In my life in the Bay Area i grew to miss...

the raging post-midnight thunderstorm.

Lightning Bolt in photo by John Curtis

By John Curtis_

The rain in the bay is a weak aenemic nutritive water that falls from the sky.

Give to me Texas’ raging thunderstorm whose lightning lights your bedroom in a flickering flash of white like a stark flashbulb before yielding to the growl of a bear that shakes your windowpanes, roof, and door before leaving you in awe, aurally drowning in the sound of rushing water.

Give me double-flash strikes of electrical fury you hear - for a split second as it mutes the electrical humming apparatus of your home.

…and the fajitas.