It was late. Sometime between 2300 and midnight I think. I was walking back to my hooch, tired. It was dark. The desert is much like the ocean at night, very dark. Suddenly the sky lit up, briefly, for only a split second before returning to dark. It was lightning. The first I’ve seen since arriving. I hadn’t noticed earlier, but there was a thick haze of dust floating in the air. The wind was kicking up. Another flash of lightning. I could see, briefly, across miles of desert floor. Then it turned black again.
I could smell the rain. And I could smell the lightning. The rain didn’t have that familiar fresh scent. It smelled different. Maybe mixing with the floating dust and flashes of static electricity changed its smell. The wind caressed my face, lightning flashed overhead, and I felt the first cool drops of rain dance down onto me. It was the first rainfall I’ve experienced since arriving.
The storm left as quick as it came, passing without much fanfare. It was interesting, that desert storm. Sgt Hook out.
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