Thursday, May 14, 2009
First the flash then the rumble, then the lights flash a few times or go out some of the time, then the downpour overfilling the gutters, then the sun peaks out and all is normal again.
Months of dusty parched ground is finally getting some needed moisture.
I have always been fascinated by the power and uncertainty of this natural phenomenon.
During the construction of our house, one of the workers met his demise on the road waiting for his ride, under one of our tall trees.
So it does come close to home, and there are flashes that are immediately followed by the rumble, meaning that the strike is close, real close.
Not growing up in the Midwest or area where lightning was common, I usually run out side to be fascinated by the show of nature, to the consternation of my much smarter wife. Hey, if it's my time to go,........
I still stand outside under the protection of the courtyard overhang under the metal gutters and downspouts. If it is a nice show at night, or during the middle of the night, I still run outside only sans clothing, you know, kind of a nature to nature experience.
I can just hear the comments, " Well we found him buck naked, burnt to a crisp laying under the metal gutter, where it appeared that the footprints where over the electric box, that houses the fountain pump......."
Not my time to go
Probably not the best place to watch, it can also be lethal just having a strike 50 ft away since the whole area can be effected.
I have found evidence of that by finding fused funny looking things in the ground under some of the metal objects that we have up on the top area of the property.
Hummm, too bad there is no way to harness that energy and reduce my CFE bill.
Sometimes I drive up to the top of our property and park to observe the light show as it rolls into the mountains and disappears after 30 minutes to entertain another audience.
At least the season will moisten the trees and ground on one hand acting as a better conductor to ground and on the other saturating the flammables to curtail a roaring firestorm.
Love nature, something no one can control, not yet anyway.