Midnight Red Cells

It's after eleven p.m.. I am the only one awake at the Orangehouse. It has started to rain very hard. Flashes of lightning illuminate all my windows, previously dark. Cracks of thunder shake the entire house. (And yet the boys sleep on!) The shades are up and the windows are still open; I can smell the ozone in the air, and the moisture. The wind chime is clanging in the gusts like a worriesome old woman.

I love this weather. It excites me, especially in the middle of the night. This is what the weather radar for central Texas looks like right now: