I love lightning storms, and I love stories about lightning storms. It's hard to explain, but you did it pretty good, for a visual guy. Made me see it.
Where we are, just east of the Blue Ridge mountains, we can see the lightning storms come rolling down off the mountains, heading towards us, in the summer. The sky to the east is clear, the sky to the west is black, and the lightning passes back and forth between the mountains as the blackness spills down the sides. By the time it gets to us, the sky above us has turned black, even in the daytime. It looks like a tornado is coming. Many was the time when the children were little that I took them down into the basement and let them play on the stairs, waiting for it to pass over us, listening to the branches being ripped from the trees and thrown to the ground as the lightning landed all around us.
BTW, thank Cousin Shorty for the tip. |
