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It's Not Just a Special Effect
Last night in the middle of the night, I heard a crack of thunder and saw the room lit with a flash even though the curtains had been drawn in the bedroom. The window of the bathroom was open, so I hopped up and went into the bathroom to close the window; and just as I managed to get it closed and battened down, the rain started pouring down as if someone had turned on a faucet.
You know how one sees people in the old black and white movies showing how fx were done to simulate a Nor'Eastern storm; rattling a big sheet of tin and throwing buckets of water on the actors on the stage?
It always seemed to unrealistic to me, a kid in LA who had only seen LA rains, the downpours were so thick you almost couldn't breath in 'em, but it all came straight down all at once. Not in waves, sheets of waves of water... but last night it was just like that... like a bucket brigade throwing buckets of water against the roof, I could see the splashes of a wave of water hitting the pitched roof in the light of the near constant lightning, and the constant pour of the water from the eaves and gutters. I could feel the wind pounding against the window I'd just closed.
In Colorado when thunderstorms hit it's big crack-booms of thunder, lightning like fireworks from sky to earth, but sudden and quick and as huge as the sky is out there, it's never more than a little slice of it. Here the thunder kept going and going and going like a man shaking a sheet of tin, and the lightning was constant, flickering like a bonfire, not anything like in Colorado where it's a quick crack in the sky or the ball of lightning bouncing across the wide open sky. Here the sky is narrowed by the trees until it's just a slice of the world that was filled with the wild fire of lightning.
It lasted just 15 minutes. The boys slept right through it, we'd all been up until midnight playing card games, talking, and listening to Tim play on the banjo, Brenda on the fiddle, and George on his five-gallon bucket bass. They slept right through it while I sat on the closed toilet and watched a true Northeast thunderstorm roll through.
You know how one sees people in the old black and white movies showing how fx were done to simulate a Nor'Eastern storm; rattling a big sheet of tin and throwing buckets of water on the actors on the stage?
It always seemed to unrealistic to me, a kid in LA who had only seen LA rains, the downpours were so thick you almost couldn't breath in 'em, but it all came straight down all at once. Not in waves, sheets of waves of water... but last night it was just like that... like a bucket brigade throwing buckets of water against the roof, I could see the splashes of a wave of water hitting the pitched roof in the light of the near constant lightning, and the constant pour of the water from the eaves and gutters. I could feel the wind pounding against the window I'd just closed.
In Colorado when thunderstorms hit it's big crack-booms of thunder, lightning like fireworks from sky to earth, but sudden and quick and as huge as the sky is out there, it's never more than a little slice of it. Here the thunder kept going and going and going like a man shaking a sheet of tin, and the lightning was constant, flickering like a bonfire, not anything like in Colorado where it's a quick crack in the sky or the ball of lightning bouncing across the wide open sky. Here the sky is narrowed by the trees until it's just a slice of the world that was filled with the wild fire of lightning.
It lasted just 15 minutes. The boys slept right through it, we'd all been up until midnight playing card games, talking, and listening to Tim play on the banjo, Brenda on the fiddle, and George on his five-gallon bucket bass. They slept right through it while I sat on the closed toilet and watched a true Northeast thunderstorm roll through.
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It's a truly awesome sight and experience.
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We get some of that in Colorado, heck, we get a thunderstorm nearly every afternoon... but not with quite the intensity...
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And with all those folk-style musicians, I keep thinking of the Rolling Thunder Revue for some reason.
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Yes. I can see the connection!!
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I also suspect you were taking mental notes. :)
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Well, we get that kind of instant change in Colorado, and back when we were in Seattle as well. LA not so much. *laughs* In CO it's usually a mix of bright sun and rain or snow or hail or... whatever... tornadoes just a few miles east, too. But, yeah, that torrential rain is pretty common on the desert. It was fun to see this one, though.
It's lovely and crazy. *laughs*
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It's fun to hear your take as well. Whew... that would scare me, the lightning, that is. Lightning kills more people in Colorado every year than nearly any other blessed thing. It's all that wide-open land, nothing else to draw the strike...
I'm glad you two got through that safely!
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Yes. And in Colorado it's against the law to have rain barrels to collect rain fall from the roof, the water rights are so tightly held.
That's definitely a feeling I know very well, but it's 'cause we usually get far less water than we've been getting.
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And, yeah, I'm glad I got the window closed in time. *laughs*
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And my boys always seem to sleep through them too. :D
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I do love the rain, except when I'm camping. *laughs* Neat about the storms you got! And I hope your summer warms up for you.
Yeah... they slept so soundly I was amazed... and Boy Larger was like, "Why didn't you wake me up!?"
*laughs*