We had a wonderful Midwest-type of thunderstorm early morning – as in midnight on. Stunning skies, torrential rain, and of course, thunder.
Years ago I was babysitting my siblings during such a storm when the loudest crack in the world was heard. Our house shook. Of course, we were used to storms and all let out a “whoop!” The next morning our parents asked if we were scared but we were not really too fazed. We hadn’t called them to come home so I guess we were fine? They proceeded to inform us that the lightening had struck the biggest tree by the side of the house. Dumb kids.
Last night the boom was so loud I actually texted my neighbor at 12:48 a.m. to ensure she was okay. I knew she couldn’t possibly have slept through that one. “Yes, all good. Sounded like a canon.”
As long as no one gets hurt I do enjoy the fury of Mother Nature. She merely mirrors the unrest in the world. And continues to bring beneficial rains keeping me mowing ever single week for days at a time. Never has this world been so green. Thanks, Mom.
We used to have really wild thunder and lightening storms when I was a kid. Haven’t had one in ages. They were thrilling!!