“Is that thunder?”
“I didn’t hear it.”
The next crack that echoed off the rocks on both sides of the stream left no doubt.
“f**k. We should get out,” I said.
“We’re already wet. A little rain won’t hurt us.”
“A little lightening will.”
“The storm is far away, still.”
“So are your shorts.” I looked back to where we’d left them. “We’ve waded quite a ways. Come on.”
Another loud rumble made me want to hurry even more.
“Let’s head for the overhang.” This time, I wasn’t the only one.
“And get our clothes, first.”
“Why. Come on.” The deluge came with several quick, blue strobes.
“s**t!”
“Come on, Justice.”
I took his hand when offered, and together, we rushed up the marshy wetness to the protection of a narrow rock canopy that allowed for only closeness if we both wanted protection
