It is like this at my house. The sun is setting and dark rain clouds are floating in. Elvis is playing loud through the outside speakers. We’re outside on the deck, me, Lynn, Craig, my mom, my uncle Jeff and little cousin Megan. Megan is teaching us to hoola-hoop. She’s the pro. We’re planning s’mores. I’m lighting all the citronella. Craig is making a fire, tearing up old newspaper. The thunder is threatening and big rain drops fall through the lattice onto the wood. Should we move inside? A big lightening strike. Running around getting the cushions inside, blowing out candles, abandoning the fire. Dancing inside. Strawberry pie in the oven, sitting around the kitchen to listening to Elvis.