There are few things, at least weather-wise, that I like better than a nice thunderstorm. I like the nice, relatively gentle one where it’s safe to sit on the porch and watch it, and I like the big, powerful booming ones too. The other night we had the first storm of the season, and it was one of the former kind.
It had been windy all day, but it really started whipping up and blowing everything around.
The sky started to get dark and the clouds rolled in thick.
Then the rains came, a light drizzle at first and then…
It fell fast and heavy.
And then, after 10 or 15 minutes, it’s all over and the sun was shining again.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
–The Cloud, P.B Shelley
How do you feel about thunderstorms? Love them or fear them?