Green Mountain Tales: A summer storm

I watch the lightning illuminate the night sky, a brief trick to daylight. I jump at a loud clap of thunder. The water runs off the windows in little rivers. I see the mud rush under the tires. The rain sounds like it will break through the roof at any minute. Just as soon as it started, the rain slows and the clouds part to reveal the moon, bright and round, smiling down to earth. I open my door to the damp air and the spring peepers’ screams of joy.