Afterstorm light

It was a sunny day that turned grey and by the time I left the house in late afternoon there was a full-blown lightning storm, the kind of storm that stands your hair on end to see the electric crack at the end of the street. We hurried down the sidewalk in the rain, pulling our shirts and jackets closer, huddling into ourselves. By the time we got home the storm had passed and the night sky was falling, pierced by light only in places.