Thunderstorms… Inspiring or scary?
The noise and the hurling rain and the flashes of light splitting the sky like a knife… they’re beautiful!
A previous boyfriend of mine stemmed from Ironbridge. If you don’t know the area, its a lovely little place in Shropshire (I did some uni work there actually) with one of the first iron bridges in the country and one of the few still standing I believe. It was built in 1779. The bridge itself is at the bottom of an incredible hill and runs over the River Severn. I love it down there. Anyway, because the area is a valley, they sometimes get these incredible storms.
I don’t think I was ever lucky enough to be in the area at the time of a storm, but he told me about it enough at the time that I feel safe putting it into my own words.
The clouds roll in, blocking out the sky and as they first start to crash together, the beat as of a thousand drums rolls through the valley. The high walls bounce the sound back on itself, making the heavy booms echo over and over until they reach a deafening crescendo which only builds with the next crash of meeting clouds high above the land.
The lightening flashes, lighting up up the sky first in jagged forks of silver white and then in sheets. Massive sheets of blinding white light cut the sky in half, throwing the valley and the river into sharp relief. And then the rain comes.
I love it!
In fact, just thinking about thunderstorms makes me think of a video I used to enjoy watching. The song itself is great (I love acapella groups at the best of times), but this opening is very, very clever.
And the opening reminds of one of the reasons I love thunderstorms. Its the sound of them. And its a full sensory experience isn’t it? The initial pitter-patter of the rain drops which gradually builds in speed and intensity. The rolling of the clouds above and the crash as the occasionally meet. The lightening that comes with it, generated from the electricity generated by those passing clouds fills the eyes and you can feel it. Even if you’re nowhere near it, you can feel it on your skin. The air has a charge in it and its one of those moments that tells you, without a doubt that nature is in charge.
Admittedly I don’t enjoy being outside in the rain; I have this thing about getting wet. But… but being outside in a thunder storm is amazing. You’re so close to it all; drenched by the rain, deafened by the crashes and blinded by the flashes. The scent of rain creeps into your nose and as you tip your head back to let the drops splash your face, you can taste nature sliding between the cracks in your lips. In fact, I do have this fellah to thank for that. Never before had I considered going outside during the storm to dance in the rain, but now, every time I hear thunder and see lightening I do think of him and wish that I could. Nothing is stopping me I suppose, except my aversion to getting wet.
And they are inspiring. There are certain natural events or places or sights that put me in a particular place where writing is bound to happen whether I want it to or not. Thunderstorms are one of those things that pull out of me the need to write. About anything. I don’t even care what it is half the time, I just now that I desperately want to get to my computer and write something down before the urge leaves me. Normally I do, or, if I’m far away, I take out my note book and write it down by hand.
I think that will be my next challenge, linked to the weather; to sit down and see what comes out the ends of my fingers the next time I sit down to write something during a storm.
My 80 Post Challenge is brought to you with help from Tom Slatin’s 80 Journal Writing Prompts.