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A Cold Front Brings Storms

Story ID:9140
Written by:Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Story type:Musings, Essays and Such
Location:Sambro Nova Scotia Canada
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We suffered through a rare heat wave on the coast of Nova Scotia. In our
little four-room house, Mum, Dad and my two brothers suffered. No one had air
conditioning there. Who needed it? We had the cool Atlantic breeze to keep us cool
in the summer and freezing in the winter.

On hot summer nights, we left the windows open.
Sambro was a small and quiet fishing village back then. There were few cars to
disturb our sleep. We caught what little breeze we could and slept under thin sheets to
stay cool.

On a hot August evening, I sat with Mum on our front steps. Dark clouds
rolled in from the west. "We better get inside, Michael. It looks like a storm is coming."

"Ok, Mum."

We went inside and heard the roll of distant thunder.

"Oh thank goodness!" she said. "Thunder always brings the cool air."

I was curious. "Why is that, Mum?"

"I don't know, but it always does."

Black clouds darkened the evening sky. A flash of lightning lit the air with
a blue flash. Thunder rattled the dishes in our cupboards. Heavy rain beat on the roof.
It was deafening.

The storm lasted for several hours and was gone.

I went to bed.

The next day, true to Mum's words, the air was cooler. She was right. A
thunder storm brought cool air.

Years later, I learned she was wrong.

Thunder didn't bring the cold air. Cold air brought the thunder.

I remember times in my life; I felt my mood turn into a thunder storm. I lashed
out like lightning at those I loved.

The next day our relationship was cold.

I blamed it on the argument the thunder.

Thunder does not bring the cold. It was the coldness in me that brought the

Michael T. Smith