As the Clouds Break

It was one of the those evenings that looks, feels and smells like a thunder storm. Picture the scene: the whole team sitting in their cars, one not so shy player changing in the front seat, talk of a cancelation, last minute decision to play...the first inning is iffy: no points for the home team, 17 for the aways team! The sky breaks, sun shines through, piles of birds fly over head. Another night of softball is saved. The score to far apart to mention here, but the beer and pizza afterwards, as satisfying as ever.