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Just at sunset, the sky turned orange, and then the lightning started up.
Long count, crack of thunder.
Flash. Shorter count. Roll of thunder. Typical T-storm for this valley.
Flash. Six seconds. Thunder circling the sky for 20 seconds. So atypical for this valley that we have to go outside and see if it's really thunder, or a jet taking off.
Flash in the east. Flash in the south. Thunder like a car rolling slowly across the city with the bass cranked all the way up and no treble.
Rain like the Amazon, pouring straight down. Not a breath of wind.
avventura1234 and I finally just put chairs on the porch and enjoy it for half an hour. Storms close in and converge, one from the east and one from the south, and we're in a bowl of lightning.
Flash. My power goes out and comes back on. Flash. Boom. I frantically unplug my computer. Flash like daylight. My windows rattle.
There's a tingling in my head, a pressure behind my eyes, a built-in barometer that says, "low, low, LOW!"
The whole south sky lights up and the thunder follows it. I can hear the storm rolling away down the valley. (It's taken the internet with it, apparently. Sigh...)
Just at sunset, the sky turned orange, and then the lightning started up.
Long count, crack of thunder.
Flash. Shorter count. Roll of thunder. Typical T-storm for this valley.
Flash. Six seconds. Thunder circling the sky for 20 seconds. So atypical for this valley that we have to go outside and see if it's really thunder, or a jet taking off.
Flash in the east. Flash in the south. Thunder like a car rolling slowly across the city with the bass cranked all the way up and no treble.
Rain like the Amazon, pouring straight down. Not a breath of wind.
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Flash. My power goes out and comes back on. Flash. Boom. I frantically unplug my computer. Flash like daylight. My windows rattle.
There's a tingling in my head, a pressure behind my eyes, a built-in barometer that says, "low, low, LOW!"
The whole south sky lights up and the thunder follows it. I can hear the storm rolling away down the valley. (It's taken the internet with it, apparently. Sigh...)
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26/5/08 09:05 (UTC)Last time we had a truly amazing thunderstorm here was on my birthday two years ago. We'd just seen Slither. I think there may have been a connection.
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27/5/08 06:14 (UTC)I had bed linens drying on the clothesline (which is under my porch roof) and OMG you can't believe how GREAT they smelled after being out in that ozoney negative ion-filled thunderstorm air!
I'm eager to hear about your class as it proceeds. You picked a PERFECT sounding board for the old pain body--a class where your creativity, the nearest and dearest thing in your heart, is being Examined By Professionals. Bold move! :D
With every single second of awareness--every moment of pure observation and every gentle nudge back to center, I am absolutely certain that your creativity and artistry will blossom more and more.
Because you KNOW that your ego is the one making what difficulties you have with your art, all the while sitting there telling you how indispensable it is to your creativity.
It is SUCH a bullshitter.
Can't wait to hear more!