It is one of those days that is nasty and dreary and stormy. The kind of day where you just want to curl up with a book or take a nap. It isn’t quite conducive to that though as we are also getting some really awesome thunderstorms. Thankfully nothing severe this go round, but they are just incredible.
I love storms. The severe stuff that produces high winds and tornadoes, I’m not particularly fond of being in the middle of, but I love to watch them. My favorite is a good thunderstorm that has lots of energy in it. The kind that is full of lightning. Both cloud to cloud and cloud to ground. I especially love the really dramatic and spiky kinds that leave an imprint on your eyelids long after they are over. I love it when the huge clap of thunder follows in its wake and shakes the house so you feel it roll through you all the way up from your feet.
If you are lucky enough to get to watch one come in during the day, you get such an awesome display of whirling, riotous clouds. The contrast between the sky where the storm is dark and the areas where it hasn’t touched yet can be breath taking. I once had the chance to see a glorious storm on one side of me, filled with bolts of lightening and earth shaking thunder while on the other side was a beautiful, deep, clear blue sky.
I think I’d be a storm chaser if it weren’t for having kids. Maybe that is what I’ll do when I’m older and retired. I can see me now. Gray haired and surrounded by bins full of beads with a weather radio going in the background. Jumping as fast as my lazy old body can go when there is an alert. Hubby hobbling alongside me. Camera in hand and super cell in sight. What better way to be in the middle of all that is Nature’s glory?
Ah, well. Maybe one day. I’m not quite ready to be gray haired and hobble-y.
