I can’t say that I’ve ever been particularly fond of thunderstorms.
When I was a child, Mom and I would sit out on our little screened-in back porch and watch as a storm approached. She would tell me that, although her dad was a hard working farmer, when a storm came up, everyone left the field and went inside. The women didn’t sew, the children didn’t play. Everyone sat quietly; quite a feat considering there were twelve children. “Papa” would say: “Sit down and be still. God’s work’s going on.”
Last summer, a house just two streets from us was struck by lightning. From our window, we could see the flames. The house was completely destroyed.
Since then, I find that I care even less for storms.
Monday evening, we had our first “good” storm of the season. As I took these pictures, I could hear thunder rumbling in the distance.
One of our goose families kept a watchful eye on the weather too.
Yup, just about time for me to head to the house.
Later, during the storm, our electricity blinked off for a few seconds. When it came back on, it caused the doorbell to ring, which scared Sundae, and she ran under the bed. I was tempted to join her.
We heard of downed trees and transformers on fire not too far from us.
And so, the season begins….
~These Days Of Mine~