I pulled into our neighborhood pool, parked, and glanced up. A few clouds dotted the evening sky, harmless remnants from an afternoon thunderstorm that had blown through Tampa Bay. The rumbling, lightning-forked thunderheads were now long gone. With two rambunctious boys in the backseat, I hoped we would be able to swim. I tried not to think of last summer and the few times we came to swim, only to have the pool attendant shake his head and point to the sky. Thunder. Lightning. Pool’s closed this evening. As a former lifeguard and swimmer, concerned mom, and weather nerd, I’m fairly ... Read the Post