Storms were coming. They sat on the back porch watching the clouds roll in; a mist was in the air.

She loved rain and thunder. Took her back to when she was a kid and she hid beneath blankets in her room with her sister. The two of them would take a whiffle ball bat from the shed and pitch a tent. They’d stay underneath till the storm stopped; laughing and pretending late into the night.

He sat there with his arm around her. The rain drops got bigger. Thunder became louder. She placed her head on his shoulder. Thinking of her little sister who had passed a few years ago. Strange thing. She died listening to the rain fall, thunder clapping.

Bolts of lightning flew across the night sky. There she is, she said to her husband. She’s out there in the sky, letting me know her energy hasn’t died, she held his hand.

We never die, he said. We just keep on living. Lightning, trees growing, leaves turning green, rain falling, we never die. Just become a part of nature.

She rested her head on his shoulder again. He kissed her hand. The sister lit up the sky.