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.
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!