Imagine going to a fireworks display and having every single rocket launch be a dud.
The disappointment would hang as heavy as a proverbial wet blanket.
Such was my disappointment last night when the thunderstorm I was looking forward to fizzled before my very eyes.
Lightning was flashing to the north, west, and south. The winds that had quieted suddenly returned at a velocity one might expect in a wind tunnel. Thunder rumbled endlessly all around.
And then... nothing.
Clouds that had formed an imposing wall simply dissipated in seconds. The lightning stopped as though a switch on the voltage supply had been thrown to the off position. The rumble of thunder was replaced by the chirping of crickets.
I stood in the back yard with my mouth hanging open in the manner of a young boy who had just seen a baseball personally autographed by Mickey Mantle snatched from before his eyes.
The evening was a disaster, a total bust. There was nothing to do but head inside for a shower and ready myself for bed.
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