The Poetry of Storms

Last night there came a magnificent storm!  It was windy all weekend, so nice.  Sunday, the breezes really roared through!  I opened the back door, so the pups could go in and out as they wished while the house aired out a bit.  It was just glorious!  And helped me put off turning on the AC.  Which was very good, since today was back in the 40s F.  Shiver.

I'd been sort of melancholy all weekend, so when I heard the storm start to build late in the evening, I just went outside and stood in the night.  The trees swayed, especially the big maple in my neighbor's yard.  My pear tree held on to its blossoms and just whispered, but the grove of trees across the street made the most wonderful racket with the wind racing through!  There's just nothing like a forest in a storm.  Dangerous, yes, scary, perhaps, but wildly beautiful if you're in the right mood.

The moisture in the air bit into my bare arms.  Not even enough to call droplets, just the fierce bits driven ahead, telling you there's going to be a downpour soon.  The sky lit up sporadically, too distant to make out lightning bolts or hear thunder at first, but it came soon enough!  Great rumbles like rocks tumbling around far above the ground.  The occasional crack, like a great tree breaking, followed by the echoing reports.  The lightning stayed high above, not revealing itself in the spiderweb patterns I love, but I will see that sometime this spring or summer, I'm sure.

The only regret I had was seeing a beautiful big tree felled, on my usual driving route to work.  At least it didn't fall on person or property, but I'll still miss the big guy.

I tried to get pictures of the storm, but my camera fussed about the lighting conditions.  It's not really meant for fancy methods.  Or action shots.  Mostly, it's okay for posed pictures and landscapes and close-ups.  At some point I'll think about a new camera.

Oh, congrats to David Tennant and Georgia Moffat, new parents!  They must be so happy!  Here's hoping little Olive is healthy, and they can all get some sleep before long.  Yay, Doctor Who baby!  Really, even her grandfathers have been in Who episodes, either as the Doctor or a small extra part.  I suppose, since she's granddaughter of a Doctor, she should be Susan, but Olive is a beautiful name too.  I'd thought her birthday was April 1, but I think it was late March.  Having an April Fool's birthday could be fun sometimes, annoying in the extreme though.  March is good.  My dad's a March guy.