Weather ‘Tis Better

I’m a geeky girl about a lot of things, and weather is one of them. We’re a month away from summer which is prime thunderstorm season.  I love the change in the atmosphere right before a storm when the sky grows black, the wind blows through like an angry zephyr, and the leaves bend belly-up to the heavens.  

A few weeks ago I was visiting my mother when she mentioned how much electrical storms frighten her. Then she casually told me when I was a child, I used to sit on the front porch with my father to watch as storms rolled in.

I did?

Oh yes, she assured me.  The rest of the family would be tucked safely inside the house, but my father would take me outside until the weather grew too severe to linger.  I’d forgotten how much he loved that, and was saddened to realize it had slipped from my memory. It all came tumbling back in a rush like someone flipping a light switch. The sprawling front porch, sitting side by side, listening to the thunder, watching the lightning. How bizarre this should be a father/daughter bonding element, but he loved storms and taught me to appreciate them (with a healthy dose of respect for the danger).

Today, weather patterns have grown erratic, often becoming violent.  Tornados were a rare occurrence in my area when I was a kid. Now they spin closer each summer. I’ve even been caught on the fringe of one and don’t think I will ever forget the way the sky looked at that moment, or the unnerving blackness that followed. I know many of you have experienced tornadoes and other weather events first hand.

Do changes in the weather influence the way you write or feel?  I often find myself moved to bursts of creativity during those transition periods.

As we head into storm season, stay safe everyone!

9 thoughts on “Weather ‘Tis Better

  1. Summer thunderstorms……..they always remind me of the porch swing on market street, and how
    we would sit and watch the lightning, the rain, and just swing to the sound of mother nature in the background. Somehow back then, it did not seem as frightening, it was almost calming. With much respect for storms, there is still something about them that fascinates me.

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    • OMG, I forgot about the porch swing on Market Street! You are so right …we weren’t frightened of storms back then. Thank you for that beautiful reminder. I’m still fascinated by them too. Maybe that all goes back to those summer evenings on Market Street.

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  2. We get a lot of lightning in Florida and it rains most every afternoon, so there is a lot of flashing and rumbling. I have gotten to where I know it is going to rain … I can feel the pressure drop, the wind picks up, the ‘wet’ has it’s own smell. Thunder storms in the middle of the night tend to wake me up, so I can’t say I like them then. I definitely don’t like the green tinge that is the harbinger of a microburst with tornadic activity… I think I’m more of a person who tends to hide out during storms — too noisy, too wet, and then the cable goes out! So I read. 🙂 And make soup, until it’s over. Diane

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    • I love your description that the ‘wet’ has a smell all it’s own! You’re so right about that. I think your storms are far worse than ours due to your location. And I can’t say it’s the storm itself that intrigues me, so much as those moments preceding it. I so love that unsettled charge to the atmosphere. When I was a kid, I used to like when the lights went out and we’d light candles. It felt like an adventure. Now it’s an inconvenience and it creeps me out if I’m alone, LOL.

      Make soup? Original, Diane! 🙂

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      • I dunno… when I want comfort … I make soup! Meuller’s seashells in Campbell’s tomato. Elbows don’t cut it – it has be shells. You live 6 miles from the Atlantic on a 90 mile wide peninsula most of your life – you tend to remember ‘big storms.’ Nothing worse than hurricane winds howling in the 4 AM dark in a shuttered house. And you know it’s coming … the pressure really drops, everything gets still, then the rain bands come and blow all the palm trees (and traffic lights) down. Diane

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  3. I remember when I was very young, my mother came out of the house and told me not to go down the back alley because a storm was coming. And I went down there and a storm did come. Lightening cracking, thunder booming, teaming rain. I’ve never been so frightened in my life. I ran all the way home, got behind the settee and I remember pushing the palms of my hands against my ears, harder and harder, and I could still hear it, then eventually it faded and I could come out of my hiding place. I never went down that back alley again lol

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    • That sounds utterly terrifying, Sally, something that would make me cringe from a thunderstorm to this day. Mothers (and fathers) are so wise but, as children, we always have to challenge and learn. Yes, you definitely got a learning experiene with that one! It sounds like it’s still very vivid in your memory and I can understand why from your description. *shudder* That must have been one heck of a storm!!!

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  4. I do love the thunderstorms! And those cloudy, rainy days are awesome mood days for me to write. I have no excuse to be on the couch with the laptop and I love it! That’s great that you have that memory of you and your dad. Times like that are too special to forget 🙂 You stay safe as well!

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    • Aww, thanks, L.J. Yep, the shocking thing was that for a while I forgot about those moments of sitting side by side and watching the storms roll in. They were great times. And like you, rainy days are some of my most creative. I love being tucked inside creating when it’s wet and damp outside!

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