We just had an old-fashioned thunderstorm roll through. A pretty good one with lots of thunder and lightning, and I shut my computer down (for its safety) and went to sit in the glass-surrounded sunroom to enjoy it. It’s not often we have this kind of storm, and when we do it’s usually in the middle of the night. That’s another strange thing I can’t get used to here in New Jersey: a thunderstorm at 10 o’clock in the morning! I could hear the thunder long before the storm arrived, and it got as dark as night outside. Very creepy. When the rain finally started it was a cloudburst—I couldn’t even see the neighbor’s house across the street.

I took a photo of the radar after it had passed. If you look closely you’ll see a little pointer mark where our town is; just below the state line of New Jersey on the west side of that ominous red storm line! That’s what just went over us!

As I sat and took in the beauty of the storm, I felt the need to put down my thoughts. With the computer shut down I had to resort to pen and paper (gasp!). Here is what I wrote.

As I sit here in the sunroom surrounded on three sides by glass, we are experiencing a good old-fashioned thunderstorm. Something I’ve been craving for awhile. Lightning flashes all around me; thunder booms. Have you ever just sat and listened to thunder? Each clap is unique. Some are just a single earth-shatteringly loud BOOM! like those fireworks on the 4th of July that start out by being just an intense flash of light until the sound catches up and it ends with that amazingly loud BOOM! that you feel deep in your belly and shakes the ground beneath you. Very powerful. Others start fairly quietly and roll along seemingly forever until their sound just fades away in the distance, while others make a cracking sound that never amounts to much of anything.

Boy, I sure can type faster than I can write ...

Some people duck and take cover during thunderstorms, but I sort of relish in them (as long as they aren’t severe with hail or the lightning isn’t hitting too close). There is something exciting about the charged air they carry along with them. I know, I’m weird. Maybe I can thank my father for that. When I was little he used to hold me up to the window during a storm so we could watch the lightning display together so I wouldn’t be afraid. I remember it all so clearly; the Paul Revere curtains hanging at the living room window, the forks of lightning and the thunder, the warm secure feeling of being in my father’s arms.

The storm has been over us for about twenty minutes and Mother Nature is really having a good time out there—quite the drama queen today. But now the distance between the flash and the thunder is getting further apart and the storm is moving off, although it’s still raining.

When I booted the computer up again I saw that during that twenty minute storm it had put down .65 inches of rain. Right now our rain gauge stands at almost one inch. Not bad. There was a very wet and bedraggled turkey hunkered underneath the big oak in the front yard when I came into the computer room. Smart turk!  We are supposed to get more thunderstorms later this afternoon ... we’ll see. I do love a stormy day! How about you?

Great writing! Think my English teacher might like you…  With the lights on in class it certainly did seem like nighttime outside. And it was as if someone took a hose and was spraying the window on the highest level of the nozzle, pretty intense.  Wouldn’t you love to practice on the field after it? Storms always bring excitement out of me though. A nice distraction anyway.

Imagine if for every twenty minutes Hanna was here we got .65 inches—I’d say you could go through town in your canoe =]

Thank you Luke! That your English teacher might like my writing is high praise indeed! Yes, Hanna was much more gracious in her style of rain.