07.03.08
Ragnarock
It must have been 2 or 3 am last night that the thunder pealed through my room. The window was open and it wasn’t like a simple crack off in the distance – it was a rooooooollllllliiinnnnnggggg PPeeeeeeaaaaallllllll of Thuuunnnnnnnddddddeeeeerrrrrrr.
The best thunder I’ve heard in years. Angry frustrated skies letting out these bellows of Ragnarock. I woke up thinking the Rainbow Bridge had collapsed and Valhalla had tumbled into the ice sea.
However, despite my awe and amazement at how great the thunder was, I sat up going “Wow! That was a good one!” And fell back to sleep immediately. That is until the next clash of Gotterdammerung and then I sat up again going, “No! That one was better!!” And fell back asleep immediately. And so that is how I spent the bulk of the storm – waking up with the imaginings of Norse gods battling in my back yard and on the roof and then somewhere in there with dreams of the Rose Garden and the Grand Canyon. That beautiful space between dreams and waking that reality can intrude with something like a thunder storm and the mind is still asleep enough to make leaps of fantasy seem utterly realistic.
Best storm in years!!!
Kungfukitten said,
July 5, 2008 at 12:41 am
From my place I kept seeing the lightening but it took forever for the thunder to catch up with it and it still sounded like it was far away!