I’m one of those that really enjoy thunderstorms. But Fridays’ storm was not one to savor. The lightning came so quickly that it resembled more of a strobe light than a storm. I had to close my eyes several times because of the frequency of the bursts. I was up in my bedroom, watching through the window when my alarm clock switched off and then back on again. On the other side of the hall way I heard “Press review for set up instructions.” Which meant that the phone in my office had lost power and regained it, resetting the guide. The fan over head stopped humming, the blades sliding through the hot air with less force than before, and then they kicked up their whirl wind again. “Oh no” I groaned. Sure enough several minutes later “Press review for set up instructions” sounded again and the fan overhead hiccuped. I got up and turned it off as the lightning flashes made my room resemble a scene from Saturday Night Fever. Then with a cessation of sounds, power ceased to flow through my home. Within minutes, the heat coiled like an anaconda around me, squeezing out sweat. Even in the dark, even without electronics running, it was hot.
In between peals of thunder my head dipped close, closer, closest to the pillow and I slept. Fading into dreams, I hoped against hope to wake to the power being back on.
In the morning, I woke to hot, still air in the room. But also to the bright piping of a bird singing loud and sweet in the stillness. I heard a cicada start chattering. I heard the giggle of children and the louder, rowdier laughing of teens. Someone opened and closed a car door down the street. Two people walking by the curb murmured liquid sounding words in an Asian tongue. Crows took up the descant to the bird’s melody. The wind groaned around the side of the house, and sighed in the leaves that made light and shadow chase each other over my room.
The power didn’t come on until Sunday morning @ 2:00AM and I learned a lot more about myself in the heat and the misery of the weekend, but one of the bright things I learned is that turning off electronics helps me to tune in, Yahweh’s creation.
For those of you in the North East, or anyone who has gone through a long power outage, what discoveries did you make?