|The Summer Storm (standard:non fiction, 845 words)|
|Author: red1hols||Added: Aug 08 2002||Views/Reads: 2466/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A Summer Storm that proves that the simple pleasures are best and free.|
The summer weather this year has been even more unpredictable than usual. Yesterday was no exception. My day at work had not gone particularly well and I returned home in a bit of a mood. My parents are staying for a few days and they were watching a James Bond film on the TV with my son, so I decided that I should take myself away for a touch of isolation therapy by reading a book in my bedroom. I sat in an inflatable chair in my bedroom. It's big, very pink but very, very comfortable. After about half an hour, it got too dark to read in the natural light, so I got up top turn on the main light. It was then that I noticed the flashes of distant lightening. Now I really love thunderstorms, there is just something about the danger of the lightening, the roar of the thunder combining with the sounds of heavy rain. Most of all there is the smell of cold rain upon hot dry earth and tarmac that draws me to them. Long since broken of the habit of going outside to walk in the teeth of the storm, I moved my inflatable chair up onto the bed, opened the windows and turned off the lights. Not that I needed to bother, a few moments later the power to the whole neighbourhood went off, plunging us all into darkness. Climbing up onto my comfy chair, I positioned myself so that one bare foot poked out of each side of the open window. Slowly the breeze through open window increased and sent a wonderful cooling sensation over my bare feet and legs. The storm got closer, heading straight towards my window. Although only a matter of minutes after sunset, the dark clouds, almost purple under the weight of the promised deluge had plunged everything into night. The lack of any streetlights only heightened anticipation of the approaching storm. Lightening jagged from the clouds. Thick forked blades of white light first going down to the earth and then a fraction of a second later heading back up into the heavy cloud. The cloud itself lit up and flickered for a few seconds like a faulty florescent tube. The tension built for ten seconds and then the noise of the thunder drifted to my ears. A stuttering grumble which slowly decreased in pitch as it became a constant bass roar. The storm got closer. The lightening strikes seemed to increase in frequency and were now spread across the whole vista from my perch at the window. Whichever way I looked, it seemed that the cloud would reward my interest with a powerful jolt upon the landscape. The thunder changed too. No longer a lazy and stuttering growl, it slowly became loud, resonant cracks, so loud and powerful that I would swear that I could feel shock waves rustle through my beard. The lightening and the thunder slowly became synchronised. As when I was a child I counted the seconds between the flashes and the roars. When it was barely a quarter of a mile from the house, the hairs on my legs started to quiver and stand up, excited by the static electricity in the air and my growing excitement. Then it started to rain. Huge drops of cold rain started to fall. It looked like a grey sheet was being pulled across the land and sounded like the approach of a wildly clapping audience, appreciative of the storm. The first big drops of rain hit my feet. To signal my appreciation, I wriggled my toes. I was rewarded by that smell. The wonderful fresh smell of dry earth and hot tarmac being baptised by cold rain. The storm responded by increasing the intensity of the rain, causing small rivulets to run down my legs with the sensations of ants. I wasn't to weaken, I kept my feet in place. Lightening and thunder were now as one. The lightening so bright that my eyes took a few seconds to adjust back to the gloom. The thunder now so loud that it was almost as much felt as heard. I sat back and relished the greatest free show that nature can provide. Just when I thought the storm had passed, it provided a brief encore. A Lightening flash that forked and snaked from left to right to light up the sky like a roadmap accompanied by a thunderclap that seemed to rattle the windows. All at once the show ended. The lightening now at my back providing only flashes of light. The thunder returning to it's growling beginnings. At once the rain stopped as quickly as it began. The Electricity Company restoring the power and raising the houselights as a final signal that the show had ended. Once I was sure that there was no second encore, I rose to get a towel to dry both the chair the window ledge and myself. My mother was standing in the doorway, open-mouthed. All I said was "Mum, I'm not weird, just deep." Tweet
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