Summer thunderstorms are an orchestra of nature’s power and beauty. It begins with a distant, low rumble accompanied by a silent flash of lightening.
I sit at my window and began to count. 1 one thousand, 2 one thousand, 3 one thousand, 4 one thousand. CRACK and a flash of lightening. The center of the storm is 4 miles away.
Howling wind kicks up suddenly and swirls of relentless rain make puddles on the pavement and violent run off to the sewer. Thunder rolls across the sky and shakes my aged building.
The birds and insects and lonely cats chasing rats quiet down to wait for the storm to pass. They have been through this endlessly.
The rain tapers off and the thunder is gone as another impressive summer thunderstorm becomes a lasting memory.
Georgia
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