It's one of my favorite sights: a white farm house, surrounded by lush green fields, against the backdrop of a blue-black sky. Stunning.
Yesterday, the air was so thick it felt like walking through an invisible wall. It just felt like something was building.
Sure enough, around 4 p.m., it started building. It started with a shift in the wind. Then those blue-black clouds appeared on the horizon. The TV weathermen and Emergency Alert Service started breaking in on the baseball game my husband was watching. Soon, it was as dark as night and the sky had a greenish tint. A summer storm was approaching, and it was going to be bad.
For the next 20 minutes, the we watched as our lights flickered, deck furniture toppled and the grill slide from one side of the deck to the other. It rained and blew so hard that water blew in between the windows. The streets flooded and garbage cans cartwheeled down the street.
As quickly as it came, it left.
Luckily, we didn't have much damage - just some wet windowsills and a broken post on the deck.
That was the worst storm I've seen in a very long time. While it's scary to hear hail pounding on the roof and feel your entire house vibrate, there's also something very beautiful about a storm like that. The grass gets greener, the air turns cooler, and everything smells fresh.
Sometimes I feel sorry for those who don't have the opportunity to witness the beauty of a storm gathering. It's really something to behold.
Yesterday, the air was so thick it felt like walking through an invisible wall. It just felt like something was building.
Sure enough, around 4 p.m., it started building. It started with a shift in the wind. Then those blue-black clouds appeared on the horizon. The TV weathermen and Emergency Alert Service started breaking in on the baseball game my husband was watching. Soon, it was as dark as night and the sky had a greenish tint. A summer storm was approaching, and it was going to be bad.
For the next 20 minutes, the we watched as our lights flickered, deck furniture toppled and the grill slide from one side of the deck to the other. It rained and blew so hard that water blew in between the windows. The streets flooded and garbage cans cartwheeled down the street.
As quickly as it came, it left.
Luckily, we didn't have much damage - just some wet windowsills and a broken post on the deck.
That was the worst storm I've seen in a very long time. While it's scary to hear hail pounding on the roof and feel your entire house vibrate, there's also something very beautiful about a storm like that. The grass gets greener, the air turns cooler, and everything smells fresh.
Sometimes I feel sorry for those who don't have the opportunity to witness the beauty of a storm gathering. It's really something to behold.
The flooded creek behind our house.
Our broken deck post.
The field behind our house. (and my poor flowers)
Flooded streets.
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