I'm so grateful my grandmother taught me how to appreciate a good storm. One of my favourite childhood memories is enjoying storms in the company of my grandparents.
But I don't like being caught out in them. To me they are best appreciated at home.
This afternoon we didn't need the weather forecasters to warn us there were lightning strikes on the way, the darkness of the early afternoon, the threatening skies was a good enough warning. The sky was truly impressive but I had no time to stop and take a photo, the first strikes came when I was still about 10 minutes away from home and I was intent on getting home so I could enjoy them in comfort. Well, that was the plan. The onslaught of hail put a stop to that. It came on so quickly and so heavily that I had to stop quite suddenly or risk running off the road (I was on a bend).
The heavy rain that followed had melted most of the hail on my front deck by the time I arrived home and managed to dash inside, grab my camera and reach out the door to take the photo.
But there was enough of the storm left to keep me happy now that I was safely home. What a great way to destress after heated words at work. My patience, which is never one of my virtues, had been stretched too far after a fourth days of feeling off colour. I really needed a good storm!