When my husband’s radio alarm sounded at 5-something this morning, I heard the announcer state that he was waiting for the thunderstorm to arrive. I expressed a silent hope that the tempest would wait until I was up and about. Not, as one would reasonably believe, because I craved a couple more hours of sleep, but because I enjoy thunderstorms. When the stormy weather arrives, I want to be able to experience it while fully awake.
I got my wish–in spades. The thunder-boomer did not arrive until after noon, by which time Long Island to the east and other areas had already been inundated. (I had begun to wonder if the storm had missed Brooklyn altogether, and was considering watering my very thirsty marigolds. Good thing I put off giving them a drink.) When the light and sound show began, it was nonstop, but relatively short-lived. Before I knew it, the sun began making an appearance behind the very impressive storm clouds–as evidenced by distinct shadows outside.
As the day moved into mid-afternoon, the light dimmed–and again was heard the unmistakable grumble of thunder. I paused in the housework I’ve been catching up on and took advantage of the (to me, anyway) soothing sounds of the storm-born rumbling and the darkness, and allowed myself the luxury of an hour-long slumber. When I awoke, the latest weather event appeared to have moved on.
But not for long. Afternoon had barely faded into evening when the sounds of either a new storm–or a continuation of the previous one(s), I am not sure which–began to be heard. A weather forecast informs me this will be the pattern for this evening. Perhaps by the time this wet Wednesday has come to an end, I’ll have had my fill of thunderstorms–at least until the next round.