As the pale streak of light crosses the sky, I let out a yelp of surprise.
“Look!” I whisper, pointing at where the shooting star had just been.
All that I can see now is the inky black
with tiny dots of twinkling stars,
showing no sign that the sky had just revealed a shooting star.
I lean back and try to adjust my head to a comfortable position in the squeaky plastic chair and wait.
A breeze comes along and I can smell the dewy midnight grass,
And I hear the distant hoot of an owl in the woods and the close crackle and pop of a fire.
The seconds tick by slower and slower.
I wait
and wait
and wait...
For what seems to be an eternity.
Impatienceness begins to creep over me,
but I tell myself to wait.
But what if it’s over already?
But I wait
and wait
and wait,
Until I decide that nothing more is coming.
I can’t believe it’s over already. I think to myself,
and I begin to think that the meteor shower “of the year” was very disappointing,
and all my patience was for nothing.
But I decide to skim the sky one last time.
To my surprise I see a streak of light shoot across the sky, very bright this time.
A bright white ribbon of light that stifled my yawn and widened my eyes.
Then streak appears again,
Then again
and then again.
The meteor shower has reached its peak, and my patience has paid off.