There’s been some major lightning and rain here for the past hour and a half. My power has flickered a bunch of times, but it always came back. Now it smells like vanilla here, because I lit a candle just in case. That’s me, proactive, not reactive. (Don’t tell anyone that’s because the last time I lost power, I stubbed two toes trying to find the lighter in the dark.)
The rainfall reached four inches per hour at some points. The thunder rattled the walls. And Tig’s yowl rattled me, and yet, he remained indoors. He has a habit of seeking refuge beneath the iron grill table on my patio. Ah, no. Fried kitty is not on the menu today, or any day.
Update 11:55 p.m.: Okay. Tired now. Rain can stop. Thunder and lightning, too. Really. I get the point.
Update Friday 8:40 a.m.: There are seven five inches of water in the bucket on my patio. Now that’s a lot of rain.
Oh hell’s bell’s, we actually had a tornado here in Brooklyn.
I love thunderstorms.
I just prefer them at a distance.
in the shadow of the trees in the late afternoon,
deafened by the roar from the nearby highway,
wishing I were home and to be there soon …
Then the rain came down!
and the thunder drowned
the rumble of the trucks
just beyond the woods!
The lightning flashed
so I could see
the branches snap
from another tree!
No place to hide,
so I just walked
in the blinding storm
to my own back porch.
The next time someone prays
to be one with nature,
take him out in the rain
and see what he says
You can take me out in the rain anytime, provided that it’s not too cold outside. I can’t wait for the first rainfall of the season.
Joanne, I saw that on the news. I was stunned. You just don’t think of Brooklyn and tornadoes in the same thought, ever.
I love summer thunderboomers. When we lived in Japan, we got these things called “typhoons”. Wind rattling the windows and shaking the walls of our tiny wooden bungalow in the Tokyo suburbs. We had to sleep in the hall…