The dark fog overtook the city in moments, fogging distant buildings and portending some serious, serious weather. The accompanying rain struck the glass like a car wash, and when you look in every direction, you feel sure that this cloud cover must have been here all day.
It’s the kind of look the sky gets in the middle of the dingiest days of winter, except of course for the bright green trees that are, as we speak, sucking up the water they’ve been expecting for days.
The lightning strikes, and the thunder rolls off the building, sounding like an extended “pa-rap” on a big drum. As impressive as each strike is, they can’t compare to the truly disturbing heat lighting of last night, where the strikes came every second or two for entire minutes; it would pause, and repeat as Ben and I tried to hold a conversation without trailing off…
Five minutes later, and it feels like I’ve stayed after hours. The buildings are layered, first fuzzy, then deeply dark.
Even before I finish speaking, I can see some cloud break in front of me. Not the end of the storm, yet, but a sign of how utterly fast this weather is moving.
Edit: The clouds have broken up in front of me, at a distance. It is still raining, but the buildings on that side have a very sharp relief against the sky, dark against a blue-white.
I’d wax poetic about getting caught out in said storm, but I’m currently taking a moment to decide if I want to wear this tight, wet t-shirt a while longer as it is cool in the heat.
Just sayin’
*splish*