Our crazy skies
Most of us should be used to the overcast-ness and rain-ocity of the great northwest, but holy smokes! The storm last night was fantastic! And forgive me for speaking of weather, because I know that it’s the most boring thing ever, but I really truly thought that thunderstorms didn’t exist here. Earlier this week, I saw one meager lightning strike just east of Mt. Tabor when I was walking home from the store, and that was the first one I had seen since moving here nearly a year ago. I’m a huge fan of lightning and thunder and good downpour, so when I woke up last night to something that sounded like aforementioned Tabor blowing its top off, I got excited. The lightning flashed and I counted until the rumble-crash of the thunder would sneak past my apartment. My cat was freaking out, and I was too tired to stay up for the early fireworks, so I eventually fell asleep. I would love to see storms like that more often here, but I guess when they’re so rare, it makes them an extra-special treat. At least it cleared a little more smoke and haze from the air. Speaking of, keep your eyes on the air quality, outdoorsy people – we’re getting a lot of junk up from the California fires and some of our own right now, so don’t strain the lungs too much out there.
Portland weather just blows my mind all the time. Lightning? Thunder? What a nice surprise.
Good Midwest thunderstorms are one of the few things about the weather I miss… so when we get them here – I do love it!