We had our first Thunder Boomer of the season last week. The kind that shakes the house with each explosion of thunder. The kind that makes you glad for those rubber-soled sneakers you are wearing considering the wicked lightening strikes. At least I'm grounded, right? The kind where the dogs and kids (and sometimes moi) cower in the corner. The kind where dad would make us unplug all the appliances, while telling us...
"What are you afraid of? That's just Grandpop Hagenmeyer rolling beer barrels up in heaven."
Hagenmeyer Brothers - Heidenheim, Germany
(Grandpop Hagenmeyer, far left)
Which as a little kid totally confused me. I might have only been in kindergarten while living outside Washington, D.C....BUT, I darn well knew Grandpop Hagenmeyer was living up in Philly. And we ALL know Philly ain't no heaven regardless of what we profess. But I knew better than to question my dad. The story always stuck in my mind and before I knew it, I was telling my own Things the same story when a big Thunder Boomer made it's way thru our 'hood.
As scary as those storms are, there is something about them that seems to clean the Earth. Wash away it's grit. The next morning the sun always seems brighter than usual. The world literally shines and sparkles. The Thunder Boomer last week did just that, gave the Earth a good power washing.
By the next morning when the sun came out...Spring had literally burst forth. And I was living in a disco ball.