The first thing Jack did when we returned to the cabin was light a fire. I’m not going to be rude and suggest it was part of “Macho Jack’s” routine, part of the caveman hunting, gathering and keeping his woman warm for the night, as cute as that was. But I’m not going to not suggest it either.
Give Jack’s weather report from earlier on I wasn’t sure the fire was necessary but apparently he was.
“I thought in one of your weather reports from earlier you suggested we wouldn’t need a fire unless it was chilly at about 4 PM.” I said as Jack put a match to the paper in the fire. (If he was a real caveman he wouldn’t have needed that match!)
“It was a preemptive strike,” Jack said holding the match up in the air. Honestly it wasn’t that funny but I still laughed because he did put a little bit of effort into the visual gag. “We may or may not need it but just like rain and thunder sometimes makes the mind think it’s cold flame makes it think it’s warm.”
“Is that true? Are you a psychologist as well as a weather man now?” I asked with a smile.
“You aren’t shivering are you?”
“Well, no, but there also hasn’t been any thunder claps yet so maybe I just don’t know if I am suppose to be cold.” Almost immediately as those words came out of my mouth a loud clap of thunder rattled the cabin.
It was a loud clap of thunder and it took me by surprise having not seen the lighting strike before it. Under that tin roof I didn’t feel unsafe or anything like that and the rumble didn’t knock the paintings off the wall or smash the crockery but it sounded so different to the thunder claps in my little house. Honestly I didn’t think the cabin was about to fall down or anything but it’s the best way I could describe it because there was rattles and bangs as a direct response to the noise outside.
Jack stood at fireplace, his fire just taking up in some of the smaller sticks having burned both the paper and the twigs, he had a smirk on his face and I knew what his next question was going to be…and he didn’t let me down. “Are you cold now?”
I couldn’t bring myself to answer him because I was sure if I did it would have been a smart ass response. Not that he couldn’t handle such a response, I’m sure he could, that was why I didn’t give it too him and end up in one of those silly word games we so often end up in.
“I’m going outside!” I said to him instead.
“But it’s raining, and I lit a fire.” Was his response.
“And a wonderful fire it is, but there is something else I want to do before I enjoy it fully.”
“Okay, well I’ll just make sure the big logs take and I’ll be interested to see what it is you are enjoying.”
“Sounds good.” I replied then headed out the door.
I didn’t have some elaborate plan, I didn’t even have anything special to do, all I was going outside for was to watch the storm. I really do like storms, not dangerous ones, but I like watching the rain roll through, I like listening to the thunder and I like seeing the lightning, I’m not much for high winds but the storm coming in over the cabin was not driven by high winds so watching it was an option.
I stepped out the front door of the cabin, the deck along the front was getting wet with the rain, not all the way back to the wooden timbers of the cabin wall but enough that sitting near the door my feet would get wet and I didn’t need that. Instead I grabbed one of the wicker chairs from the front deck which wasn’t wet and carried it around the side of the cabin, the side which the bedroom and bathroom that Jack and I were using had windows in. Around the side the deck was dry and if I moved down past the bathroom window I was able to look around the tall trees and see the storm rolling in from the south west.
I watched the rain roll through, watched the dark clouds push through the sky, watched lightning fork in the dark sky and I even jumped at one bolt of lighting and it’s clap of thunder which came on seconds later. I was probably outside five, maybe seven, minutes before Jack came out, I heard his footsteps on the wooden deck before I actually saw him, but only because the rain on the tin roof had eased for a few seconds.
When he stepped around the corner carrying a chair the same as the one I was sitting on he said. “Fire is going well, wont be heating the place much for a while though because it’s not roaring.” He placed his chair next to mine and sat down. “I’ll stoke it up a bit later if we want a bit more warmth.”
We sat watching the storm roll through the mountains until after darkness descended upon us, well it was dark with the stormy clouds but it just didn’t feel like evening until it got to a certain time and level of darkness, if you know what I mean. If not it doesn’t matter we were out there until sometime around six-ish, Jack left his chair a few times to put more wood on the fire and get us a bottle of wine but I stayed there the entire time just enjoying the storm. Even when we went inside I wasn’t freezing, there was a chill in the air but it wasn’t a winter chill or anything like that. However by the time we did get inside the fire had made the cabin toasty warm and romantic!