REAL Weather

[poliphilo]

I remember sitting in a car on a Kentucky hillside (the tyres will earth the power if a bolt hits us, right?) watching the lightning strikes get nearer and nearer as the storm swept up the valley towards us.

I remember rain in Philadelphia. The air pretty much displaced by water. The force of it and the roar of it.

I remember a huge thunderhead sailing over the fields (in Kentucky again) all lit up from inside by frequent lightning- like a citadel at war- and how I waited till it was almost directly overhead before I ran for the house.

This is prompted by jackiejj writing about hurricane Frances. Heigh-ho; we don't get weather like that in Britain.

Comments

[jackiejj.livejournal.com]

You're right about the great storms--they can be exhiliarating.

I remember from my childhood years in Texas seeing huge thunderstorms rolling in from the prairie. The sky would get ominously dark and the wind would rise, and my brother and I loved it. We'd go out into the yard and toss a ball back and forth, knowing that soon the lightning and lashing rain and hail would soon be upon us and we'd have to dash into the house.

My dad, who grew up in Texas, said that when he was four years old (in 1919), his parents were driving home across the West Texas prairie near Lubbock when a sudden storm came upon them. Dad was asleep, but he heard his parents talking for years about the lightning that would strike the prairie and roll out in great balls all around them.

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

Ball lightning- that must be a sight to see!

Our thunderstorms are few and far between and usually quite mild. A flash or two, some distant rumbling and it's all over.