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[armoire_man]

There's a thunderstorm out there, but it's barking in the distance.  It's a long bit of dark sound, talking to the other storms, having that discussion.  Blowing a bit of this, a bit of that, letting us know there's a tired set of gods discussing things over a pint perhaps, over another.  The big sweet winds blow past, but for no reason we can see

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[neonnurse]

You are an amazing writer and a treasure.

[moominmolly]

It's true, what she said.

[threeringedmoon]

We had a distant thunderstorm for a while yesterday afternoon, and I was surprised it wasn't closer because the air had been heavy with moisture all day. Then, shortly after I fed the horses in the evening, another storm let loose. Lots of rain, fortuantely, and no hail. There was a fair amount of electrical activity, but not the loud close kind that makes me wonder what it happening to my neighbors' houses on the surrounding ridges.

[kip_w]

One time in Georgia, I was at a party at somebody's house, and outside there was lightning going from cloud to cloud, without a bit of rain. We lay on our backs on the grass and watched the show. It's like the clouds were numbered, and they'd do 1 to 3, 3 to 2, 2 to 3, 1 to 4, 1 and 2 to 3, just stroke after stroke while we were digging it.

The second coolest lightning I ever saw was also in Statesboro. I looked out the front door of our apartment, and a flash strobed the night and froze every raindrop in place. For a second, they were like Georgia roaches after the kitchen light comes on. ("Maybe if we all hold still, he won't see... RUN!")