An evening thunderstorm

It's been over 3 years since I've seen/heard one. About 45 minutes ago, lighting flitted off near the horizon. Then, a bit later, the slow retort of distant thunder. The flashes grew brighter and the salvos boomed more frequently. I actually wondered whether it would wake either of our girls up because neither has experienced one during their young lives. I stood on the front porch kind of dazed and delighted by the streaks of light. I've always liked thunderstorms. The light show coupled with the accompanying uneven, ragged music is different every time. It was coming in from over the Sound and I thought about grabbing my camera and heading to the overlook just up the road from the house.

There was that indescribable, incredible smell of rain in the air as the storm drew closer. And then the sky let loose. For a good 30 minutes, the rain pelted the ground with small fury. The earth consumed as much of it as it could and the remainder flowed out into the street to hurry down to the storm drains. Slashes of white played across the dark and was reflected back up off the wet ground. The cannonade of sound echoed back and forth. And then it quieted. The storm moved on it's way to some place else. Right now, I can here the last remnants of rain lightly drop down onto our house. The barrage fading into our past. Then, showers glanced across the area but without the symphony of sound and flashes that had come before.

Sweet music to tired old ears. And I miss Texas.