Oy, thunderstorms. It’s 3:30 in the morning. It’s the second time I’m up… though I think it’s also the last of the cells to pass before the storm is basically spent. I wish I could sleep through these things, but I just can’t keep my heart from racing, even when on the surface I feel pretty confident everything is going to be fine. Animal instinct, I guess.
It’s a pretty strange storm, for Davis anyway. The cell that went by around 1 am had so, so much lightening – a nearly constantly lit sky. You could see it going every which way, it was pretty incredible. I’ve only seen a storm like that once, and it was in Louisiana. I didn’t realize we had such storms here sometimes. Though Lewis said he’ d never seen one like it either, so it’s certainly strange for Davis. This second cell is a lot more normal-y for a Seattle girl like me – lots of rain and hail, big window-rattling peels of thunder every couple minutes. They’re even shaking the pictures on the wall just a bit.
Sigh. I give it another half hour, and I’ll be glad when it passes. Oo.. we’re down to the 4-second mark between flash and boom. Guess it’s right overhead. That means it should be soon getting further away than closer…