We’ve been lucky enough to have lovely weather over the summer. As a Scot more used to an annual outing for my flip flops than wearing them every day, it has been wonderful.
We have had our share of spectacular storms though.
Rain loud enough to wake me.
Thunder that shakes the house.
Hail storms and gales.
A lightening strike.
The skies though, the skies have been stunning.
Storm clouds gathering, impressive and oppressive, over New Mexico and Boston. Foretelling storms, spectacular and fearsome.
Lightening flashing across the sky, thunder following quickly after, torrential rainstorms – flash floods, fallen trees, battered plants.
Our first experience of a lightening strike. Yards from my sisters house. Explosive and electric. A flash, a fireball. Frightened children, leaping into adult arms – shaking, shocked. Adult calm, with nervous undertone of wow, that was close, thank goodness for the rain.
Witnessing the damage caused, from broken plants to washed out bridges; soggy lawns to landscapes forever altered by force of water.
Nature at its best and worst. Powerful, impressive, humbling.
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