And all he could remember, was watching the storm roll in. Him and his dad, standing at the top of the driveway like a couple of idiots as the they counted the slowly approaching thunder.

They had laughed as the wind picked up, and assured one another that it was going to be a good one as another flash of lightning sent them counting once more. Their voices raised against the wind and their eyes searching for the next quick burst of brilliance in the dying light of day.

The first drop of rain was ignored, cast aside as a trick of the mind. He had been the one to feel it. It was his dad that felt the next two, and him the next three. Confirming the coming of the rain.

If they hadn’t been blinded by the last flash they might have been able to see the wall of rain that was rapidly approaching their viewing point. When it did hit them, they were soaked within seconds. They laughed, arms outstretched as they welcomed the storm before pushing their long wet hair out of their eyes. Not that it would help them see any better.

They counted a few more times, then came the idea of going inside. Where it was safe. Where they could sleep.

They walked down the driveway backwards. Facing the storm head on as it collided with their small existence. And joking gave way for a brief second of awe as the storm swallowed them.

There was a burst of light followed almost immediately by a crack of thunder. They stopped dead in their tracks, each looking to one another. Their silence colliding with the storm around them.

They were quite as they went to bed. Changed into a dry pair of pajamas he stared out his window at the retreating storm, as each flash brough a longer and longer delay to the distant rumble of thunder. And as he fell asleep to the soft percussion, all he could remember was watching the storm roll in.