Prancing in the rain

Massive thunderstorms yesterday evening in southern New Hampshire. Fall is nearing, and it was dark by eight, the only illumination outside coming from the constant lightning.

"Come out to the porch and see," Peg said. "It's like a solid wall of water."

"Want to..." I began to ask, as we watched the rain pour down.

"I'll go if you go," she interrupted.

And we quickly stripped off our clothes, and charged buck-naked out into the grass on the front lawn, prancing in the rain and the dark, Peg giggling like a teenager all the time. We circled the house hand-in-hand as the rain poured down and the lightning flashed...

... and then went back inside, toweled off, and became adults again.