It spent most of the morning storming here. Big flashes of lightening, loud booms of thunder, green grey skies. You know. Bad storms.
If you’re local, you probably knew that because it covered most of the area. What you might not know though is that when it storms by my office it sounds like it’s directly above my head. This is because there’s only a ceiling and some rubber flooring between my head and the sky.
Some people get really tweaked about storms. I’m not one of them. I love storms. I’m not sure why, but for as long as I can remember I’ve found them fascinating. I recall watching them come up the valley from my dad’s house on the mountain, being super excited for thunder and lightening.
I called them BangerBoomers.
There would be storms that would be downright scary sometimes, but part of me always enjoyed them. There was one at my grandparents’ lake cabin that featured a 15 foot water spout coming up off the water as the green sky was broken by near constant lightening. There was one in college during a snow storm that is quite possibly was the best storm I’ve ever seen.
It came up quickly, interrupting a snowman building turned snow ball fight date. I watched that one lying on a snow bank with the guy I had been seeing. The skies dark, the snow flying around and green lightening brightening the sky are forever burned in my mind.
It might be the little bit of adrenaline junky in me or the sheer awesome power that comes with the storms, but each flash across the sky of lightening and clap of thunder brings a smile to my face.