In February? Really?

I’ll admit, snow, fog, and lightening make for an elegant scene; as do the clearing clouds with a flash of pink/gold low on the horizon at sunset. But, really?

I like thunderstorms, it’s just they are such an inescapable demonstration of how powerful we aren’t that I find them sobering.  The town’s sirens are almost always set off in the immediate aftermath, one always wonder what, if anything, has been damaged…*

They’re here and gone though. Can you imagine what the storms on other planets. those that last for centuries, must be like?


*I’d like to know what the electrical flash on the other side of Jones Mountain and the immediate set of automated sirens in the town center last night was.  I’ll never know, but it does make one curious, I’d never heard that set of sirens before.