It's very odd to me that there is something about almost everything lately that reminds me of North Carolina. How's that for a convoluted sentence? But seriously...
It was James Taylor a couple of weeks ago, and today, it's the wild storm that's dumping a ton of rain, but has also brought brilliant flashes of lightning and booming rolls of thunder along with it.
We don't get thunderstorms very often out here--I have to confess, that's one of the biggest things I miss about both NC and Utah both. In Utah, living on the east benches as we were, I got to watch the storm clouds stack up over the Great Salt Lake until they were so heavy with precipitation that they were almost black. The lightning was a spectacle, but it was the thunder that really made an impression. It would roll in and echo off the mountains behind the house, roll *back* across the valley and echo across those mountains, and...the process would repeat itself. The sound would fade with each echo, yes, but it always seemed like it'd take forever for the thunder to die off.
In NC, the thunderstorms would happen pretty often during the summer, and I remember days when I'd be at home, and it'd be sunny when I went into the barn, and pouring rain when I came back out. The lightning was more impressive there--there were flashes that hit pretty close to the house that were just blinding.
I've been watching the lightning this morning--by now, almost an hour since I actually started the post, it's gone--and it just...reminds me.
Memory is such a strange thing.
Posted by Liz at January 11, 2005 07:06 AM