... and it's storming its ass off here in the Mississippi Delta...
There was a severe line of thunderstorms that came through at about 6 PM last night... much damage due to extreme straight line winds...the power was out at my house for about 3 hours...
I was sound asleep when this system was coming through... I love the sound of night time thunderstorms... they sound like rolling trains when you first hear them... and as they get closer, they sound like what I would imagine would be a series of artillery shellings, and the sky lights up so. It's funny, the way our brains interpret things. When Ifirst heard the sounds of thunder, I was interpreting them as forms of communication... and it was as if I could understand what was being said.
I was out riding around looking at the damage just about sunset. The first storm had just about passed, and the sun was barely peaking through this rip in the clouds, and was throwing rays across the western sky... and I was without a camera... In the clouds all around the sunset, lightning was running across them... I drove to the edge ot town, parked, and watched...
I love thunderstorms... There is something greatly mystical about them... greatly powerful... even greatly erotic. At times, I think about the storms that we have going on in our own personal lives. We weather them... we survive them.
I often wonder what early Man thought about was happening when these kinds of storms would develop, and how they interpreted these events.
And when these storms start to pass... and you hear the intensity disappear into the distance, I am saddened... I love storms.
That song by The Doors sure captured the nature of storms for me.
There's another storm approaching...
I think I shall go enjoy it...
~shoes~
PS: I sure am glad to be home...























