Do you love thunderstorms? Do they terrify you? Or are you just indifferent to them? I guess there are many factors here, like your experiences and where you live. Here is why I love thunderstorms.
As long as I can remember, I have loved thunderstorms (with the exception of getting caught in one during a bike ride once when I was about 11 and we luckily were near a barn to duck into). So I guess I love them if I am in a safe place!
I love the way the sky changes color to a deep gray with undertones of blue. Sometimes you can catch the sky changing in the distance and witness how angry the sky looks like a mood changing over someone’s face as the clouds billow together. Streaks of rain show in the distance like an artist’s knife smudging cloud to ground.
I love the flash of lightning and crack of thunder that rolls on and on, echos bouncing off the mountains. On a hot summer afternoon, the first fat drops splat on the concrete sidewalk and seem to sizzle. Cold meeting hot. Soon rivulets race to the lowest point, pool, and spill over to another point.
The smell of the air changes from sweet to pungent. Wet pavement, wet rocks, wet leaves. I love to pause during storms and simply take in Mother Nature. Day or night.
The best storms have a whooshing melody of rain while the thunder keeps the beat, and then suddenly comes the realization they’ve changed roles. The growling sky eases up. That moodiness begins to fade. Torrential turns to mist. Steam rises from the pavement as zooming cars dance off spray.
The sun may come out and when he does, a rainbow appears as the finale.
What do you love or detest about thunderstorms?