Rain Damnit!

[gridlore]

It's a hot, muggy day. The tattered remains of the hurricane that pounded Texas are pushing a mass of hot, damp air over the Bay Area. I hate weather like this unless there is a payoff in the form of a massive thunderstorm.

Call me weird, but I love thunderstorms. I never appreciated them until I was stationed in Georgia. A hot day, like this one, air just stagnant, think as molasses.. and a line of black clouds would come over the valley. Suddenly the air become crystalline, you can see for miles around, and the temperature drops 15 degrees in what feel like seconds. Then the sky opens up with huge, fat drops of rain that drive down and soak you in seconds. And the lightning! Crashing from cloud to cloud, striking down at random, with earth-shaking peals of thunder! I really miss those days sometimes.

It feels like that today.. we're almost at the edge of a storm, but other than the occasional passing thunderhead, it doesn't look like we're going to get it. Bummer.

Comments

[bellacrow.livejournal.com]

I agree

[lysana.livejournal.com]

Mm, yes. Thunderstorms are lovely. I do wish we'd get one.

[ashi.livejournal.com]

I'll call you weird, if I can call myself weird too. I'd love a good thunderstorm.

[karmabreeze.livejournal.com]

The one that found me on the mountain today was rather cool... though on top of a mountain isn't an ideal place for storm watching...

[twfarlan.livejournal.com]

(smile) The only thing better than a south Georgia thunderstorm... and they're just exactly as you describe... is a north Georgia thunderstorm, when you're on a high ridge and can watch the wall of water marching across the hills towards the mountains, slam into them, and RISE up against the air currents. The thick black clouds, the lightning at play between them, tree-covered mountains that were there to see the sea retreating... Goddess country. :)

[isomeme.livejournal.com]

That's some nice writing there, kid. Days like this (we're having one, too) always remind me of this passage from The Waste Land. (My god he could write!)

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

[mdlbear]

I love thunderstorms. So does the flower_cat, for that matter. The kids think we're weird.

Trouble with California is that you so rarely get real weather.