For almost two months, It has been storming like crazy.
Not enough to cause real problems but enough to notice. The day would be sun shining and warm and as soon as the sun went down, the clouds would roll in and lightening would light up the sky and thunder would shake my house.
Every now and then I find myself grabbing a stool and setting it up on my back porch and just watch the sky when it wasn’t raining. Just watching the claw like hands shine bright against the clouds and the rumble of thunder echo to me and I can;t help but remember being little.
My father was a military man. He loved his job and did everything he could to rise up in rank and prove he was great. He was a Coast Guard and left for weeks at a time.
Back in my childhood home, I remember a few nights when the sky would get dark and the storms would get worse. I couldn’t sleep and would creep out of my room to watch some t.v. til it passed. One time I went to the kitchen to get something to drink and the back door was open and when I peeked out, I saw my dad. Sitting in a chair watching the sky.
I walked out to him and asked him what he was doing and my dad just nodded up, a beer in his hand and said, ‘Just watching.’ Confused, I sat down next to him and just watched too. Every now and then I would jump and scoot closer to him and my dad would just rub the top of my head and tell me not to be scared. We were protected by the house.
I complained about the noise and he would tell me about the engines he worked on when he was on the boat. How he had to wear ear plugs cuz they were so loud.
I kinda of think my dad enjoy storms cuz he missed being on the boat, even for a day. It was his life and his job, he loved being on there. Even thou he came home to see us for a while, he would always try to get back. After that, whenever there was a storm and my dad was home, I would sneak out of my room and join him in the garage, sit down by his feet and just watch the sky light up and just listen to him breath.
Cuz he was home with me.
My dad lives far away now and is retired. He misses his job and stills works on the base to be as close to it as he can be. I dont talk to him alot nor do I see him but he knows I love him just like I know he loves me.
And some nights, I’ll watch the thunder storms and smile because that was our thing. It makes me happy and makes me miss him.