Heat Storm

A couple of nights ago LB walked out to his car to grab something and yelled for me to come outside. There was a beautiful lightning storm quietly taking place in the skies above the house. It looked as if it was directly above us, but it was high enough above us that no thunder could be heard. It was one of those sweltering evenings when even after the sun has drifted away the heat remains heavy in the air. We stood in the yard with heads tilted back and the summer sounds of kadydids around us as lightning danced across the clouds.

Sing to God,
Sing praises to his name;
lift up a song to him
who rides upon
the clouds;
his name is The Lord
exult before him.

Psalm 68:4