The Narrator

"See the split in the peak there? That's where the crater is, but just to the right of that is the glacier field. Now watch as the storm pattern creeps over that way and then races across. Right about :::there::: is where the first lightning will strike. You watch, you'll see."

I listened from a wooden porch swing facing the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains. Every summer. While Mom fretted about hail damage to her Better Boy tomato plants, Dad and I would swing and he would narrate the storm's predictable -- yet oddly majestic -- passage from the mountains to our west across the wide plains of eastern Colorado and into Nebraska.

Later, much later, I learned that severe thunderstorms can be dangerous. Funny how all those years I never noticed.