by Frederick J. Ross
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I love thunder. The bar was almost empty, as usual in a big storm. I had unplugged the jukebox earlier so it wouldn't interfere with the sound of the rain. Now it was in full swing outside.
The rain pounded on the tin roof. The two rednecks at the end of the bar ignored it. The only other man in the place, a big fellow with a shaved head and a long white beard, smiled every time a particularly big flash came through the windows with a roar on its heels.
“You like lightning, too?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “I'm glad not to be dealing with it anymore, but I still get restless when a good storm brews up.”
“Did you work on one of those planes that dive into storms or something?”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he said, extending his hand. “The name's Zeus.”