The backside of the storm.

The Carny is huddled in the big tent as the clouds move in, the lightning flashes.  Nothing fancy here, cheap lowdown rides and the thrill is you might fly off the rails into the field.  The people come, but not many, as the weather keeps turning dark, the wind kicks in. It’s all the same to the team of handlers and barkers and ride captains, they may get the night off. But it’s still magic for the 6 year olds, so daddy packs them up and heads out, maybe the storm will skirt the town and we can ride baby, so let’s all go, the carnival is in town. 

Down the road now as the storm comes in, pelting rain and wind, bolts of fire over the cornfields. Parked in a fruit stand lot waiting for the backside of the storm.