"Come on, you gotta come see the lightning!" My dad drug my reluctant body out of bed. I was so relaxed, so ready to drift off to sleep. But we grabbed some blankets and headed outside.
At least one bolt every ten seconds. It seemed to be the storm of the year.
The lighting was about 10-20 miles away towards the northeast, licking the sand dunes with it's fury. Sometimes two or three bolts would hit the ground at the same time. Sometimes the lightning would branch from cloud to cloud, seeming to brighten the entire valley.
Dad started humming an old tune, one by Dolly Parton and Willie Nelson.
"When I see the clouds form a black summer windstorm
That uproots the harvest and hurls it away
In the midst of such anger, destruction and danger
The storm's even beautiful in its own way."
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