Night Sweats

Night Sweats

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How funny, I was just telling my husband that i had a nightmare last night…
is this about you? did your child self not like storms?
our power went out last night. I’m so glad we have a wood fire!

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I love thunderstorms. I grew up in a tiny village with no electricity. thunderstorms were intense story telling times. poor boy who was afraid, hope he is braver now.

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I’m not thinking about thunderstorms at all. I may be way off base, but hot flashes come to mind–not Davy’s hot flashes, of course. But then, I’m 57. 🙂 Have I gone round the bend?

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    Oh dear Laura, the thought of me having hot flashes is enough to bring nightmares to anyone. I hit 55 this year so maybe they are on the horizon lol. Thank you for your view of the poem and, of course, you are very sane 🙂

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      Davy, I was afraid of thunderstorms, too, growing up in the deep south. But what really rattled me was tornadoes. We don’t have thunderstorms in California much. Yet, when we do, my youngest one and I enjoy watching them from the living room window. But I still wouldn’t give you two pennies for a tornado, nor a good hurricane.

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      Laura, it was always a dream of mine to come to the USA and do some storm chasing. One day I saw a documentary where a tornado has taken a lot of lives. This stopped the dream as I realised the misery that people affected have to deal with couldn’t become a focus for a holiday venture. I am sure it must be horrific to be caught up in one?

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Strong images…both threatening and tender – truly captivating poem, Davy.

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You’ve described me. I hated it when I was a child. I would actually have fits of screaming because of the loud booms. Unfortunately I am still not a fan. Every monsoon is more of a ‘be prepared’ season for me.

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Surprisingly, I was never actually caught up in a tornado. But one hit nearby when I was around 5 years old. A lot of people were killed, mostly in a grocery store where the roof collapsed. Many times they would pass over our community but never touchdown. Still, I was terrified, and my fear only became worse after I had children, especially when storms hit during the night. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to get to them in time, so I took to sleeping with them on a mattress in the hallway. Yet, like you, storms fascinate me. The Deep South is a region of great contrasts. Tornado season coincides with prolific azalea bloom. And some peoples’ yards are more prolific than others. Admiring azaleas was much like going for a drive over Christmas holidays to look at lights. There’s all this softness–greenery, fragrance and color everywhere– in contrast to the night demons.

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    I bet the azalea displays are wonderful to see Laura and as you say a stark contrast to the darkness of the storms you describe. I wonder what it is inside us that creates the fascination for something able to cause so much destruction?

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Davy, I forgot to say how much I love the poem. You describe well my feelings as a child when the worst ones would pass through.

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Thanks, Davy. It will be a fun piece to write.

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