Thunderstorms.
I haven’t seen a good thunderstorm in about 4-5 years. The two I remember from Hawai’i were little baby storms compared to the ones I remember from growing up.
It is 1515 and it looks like late evening outside.
Reminds me of the summers at my Grammy’s cabin on Lake Monocle where the wind would die, the lake would look like glass and then a knife of lightening would slash open the purple sky and let the rain pour out. I would sit inside, silently cursing the fact that I couldn’t be in the water, but loving the thrill of the drumming thunder and the shocking forks of lightening.
The only thing I don’t love is that I am like one of those old Crones, the ones who can predict the weather w/ their bones. The sudden drop in barometric pressure always gives me an intense and sudden “not a migraine” which hampers my enjoyment.
I hear the rainy season is expected early on the Peninsula this year.
Bring it.
