Nature, 1 — Fireworks, 0

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It all looks so civilized (and sunny … ) Image: Wikipedia.



The funniest thing just happened. Well, it was funny to me, but I am surely in the minority on this.

So it’s Independence Day — a happy one to you all — and I’m home in Chicago. I live downtown, close enough to the lake so that I can hear the fireworks going on over ‘dere, as well as some firework action to the south and the west. I’ve lived here for the better part of six years, so I’m used to the sounds of the city on July 4th. One should settle in for many hours of whooshing and popping and banging. There will be the occasional ruckus at street level, mostly just woos! and shouts. This soundtrack is not something I’d like to deal with every night, but it’s festive once a year.

I wrapped up some work this evening and had a bite of dinner. The sun had all but set; it was close to 9 p.m. I could hear booms far off in the sky and I perceived ruckus-ing on the street below. Here we go, I thought, and after I ate some butter pecan ice cream that Nick brought over the other day, I made myself unpack the rest of my suitcase from my trip to … I couldn’t quite remember but I packed perfectly!

As I hung up a pair of pants I heard a terrific crash. Wow, I thought, they’re really cookin’ tonight. Another crash, and then a whoosh and a rumble. Something sounded weird, though. The booming wasn’t sharp like a fireworks boom. Could it be … rain?

To the window I ran, sure that I was wrong, that I would see explosions of red fire as I looked out toward Indiana or a geyser of white-gold showering over the planetarium, but alas, this was not the case. It was absolutely pouring rain. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at. There were people running everywhere down on 9th Street as the thunderclaps broke and the rain splashed onto the pavement.

“Oh, no!” I cried, and I really felt terrible. All the preparations! The cute hair! The bratwurst! Oh, poo, poo, poo. Poor everyone. It was really a gully washer out there. Not too many people were going to see fireworks in Chicago tonight, between the rain and the wet everything. I hope it was fun for awhile and maybe even fun to run through the rain?

I left the window and finished unpacking. I did find it pretty amusing that for a good 10 minutes, I was listening to a wild thunderstorm and thinking it was 4th of July fireworks.

I’d like to finish the rest of that ice cream. Maybe it’ll turn out to be salad!

6 Responses

  1. Melinda Seegers
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    We had the same kind of fireworks here in Minnesota, it even affected our local parade. We took the festivities indoors and played board games with the kids. We don’t have opportunities like that too often and really enjoyed the afternoon. There will always be next year for fireworks!

  2. Nancy Pederson
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    It rained a little here in Madison, but stopped before the fireworks started. So I don’t know how much running around got done.

  3. Melanie
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    I was hoping for a downpour for my area but, alas, it was not to be.

  4. Barbara S.
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    4th of July fun! I enrolled for the Quilt Folk Pattern program and really am looking forward to it! Good move for Quilt Folk!

  5. Becky Garten
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    I love “The cute hair! The bratwurst!”. Those are 2 very important components to a successful celebration.

  6. Kathie Hood
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    I always pray for rain after the picnics are all gathered up and about an hour before the shows so that those careless unmanaged “shootoffs” are landing on well watered landscapes and dried grass preventing unintended fire. We didn’t get our dose of prevention until a day after the 4th this year. I guess the wonderful firemen of this world got their wish in Chicago environs….

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