Thursday, August 30, 2012
It Was A Dark And Stormy Night....
I live in tornado country. It's not uncommon to have so many tornado warnings issued on the radio and TV that you can't even begin to watch anything without so many cut ins, you may as well just turn it off. I've seen a few tornadoes, luckily from a safe enough distance. They are awe inspiring in their terrible beauty. It's a sight and sound never forgotten.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, we haven't had to deal with many storms the past few years due to a terrible draught that I know is effecting a large part of the country. We would love to have rain, we pray for rain, but without the damaging storms that often accompany it.
One day last week, you could just tell it was going to be stormy later that afternoon. It was so hot, but it was so humid too. I could see the storms building to the west, the clouds getting tall and dark. The weather guys started with the watches. Then, the warnings began to be issued. Still to our west, but getting closer by the hour.
I carried on with my usual chores. I made one of Blue's favorite pasta dishes and had it warming in the oven. I had the table set and was hoping that Blue would get home before the storm hit. The thunderstorm warning now included our county and it was going to start very soon. Luckily, no tornadoes were expected, although the wind was to be near hurricane force with small hail and torrential rain.
Blue finally arrived, and I kid you not, he just barely made it in the door before the wind slammed the house and the rain came down in sheets. We could hear hail so hard on the windows, I was afraid they might break. As Blue was taking off his work boots, the electricity went out. It was completely dark except for the flashes of lightning. Without the noise of the TV, we could hear the storm raging even more than before.
Blue and I stumbled around rounding up candles and a few flashlights. Of course, I had trouble finding flashlights that actually worked. Someone really should check them now and then for just such an occasion! Blue takes a battery operated lantern with him to go clean up while I light the candles on the dining room table. Hey, this is starting to look cozy and romantic.
We sit down in the flickering light to eat our pasta while the lightning flashes and the rain slides down the window. At least, the hail was brief and there probably isn't much damage. Without any distractions from TV, radio, phone or Internet, we find ourselves really focusing on each other. Blue tells me a few funny stories about his day, and I tell him about this stray cat that's been hanging around. Soon though, we find ourselves talking less, and looking at each other more. Finally, we fall silent and just sit looking. It's beyond romantic with the storm outside, the candles inside...Blue gives me that wicked grin that I love and that makes me weak in the knees.
So, what's for dessert? He asks.
Oh, I'm liking the direction this is going! I hope the power stays off for a good long time.
Whatever you want. I answer with a wicked grin of my own.
Blue stands and comes around the table to take my hand and pull me to my feet. We grab a few candles on the way to the den. I'm suddenly so glad that today instead of my usual jeans, I chose my favorite sundress. It makes me feel pretty and feminine in a way that jeans don't.
Blue leads me to the couch and pulls me down and across his lap. Did I actually just giggle like a school girl? Yes, I think I did!
I think it's time we had a little maintenance.
I've read enough blogs to know maintenance isn't always such a welcome thing. Honestly, I love it! Our maintenance sessions are generally friendly and often lead to better things. He begins to swat me very softly with his hand. He slowly increases the intensity of the swats.
You were a little rude to me this morning, you need to be more careful about that.
True, I was grumpy that morning. Blue suddenly flips up the skirt of my dress and increases the tempo and intensity of his swats. He keeps it up for long enough that I begin to squirm and I have to fight the urge to put my hand back there to try and stop him. I've done that before and it doesn't work out very well for me. I know better now.
Blue knows he's made his point, and he slows his pace and lightens up his intensity. He finally stops altogether and he's quiet for so long I begin to wonder if something's wrong. I manage to turn my head enough to look up at him. He's just sitting there gazing down on me and I suddenly feel as shy as I did when we first married.
He helps me sit up and holds me in his lap stroking my hair. Finally, we stand and make our way to the bedroom with only the flickering light of a single candle and the sound of rain on the roof. I love storms!