nature’s fury
Thunder crashes through my dreams like a sledge-hammer, startling me into wakefulness. It growls like a caged-in lion pacing, it bangs furiously and then grumbles away, sometimes near, sometimes far. The lightning strikes and I start counting; one thousand, two thousand… the gods come tumbling out of their beds above my head shattering the stillness of the air, deafening me, wakening the entire neighbourhood.
Lightning flickers around the edge of the town, circling dangerously close, lighting up roofs and chimneys then forking down to the earth. So bright I can see it with my eyes closed. Red, yellow on the insides of my eye-lids. Afraid to open them in case the retina is damaged by the flash. So vivid that night becomes day.
Then the rain starts; fat, heavy drops falling slowly, hesitantly onto the still warm tarmac and dry tiles. The hissing begins; raindrops steadily increasing in pace, straight as stair-rods, rapidly filling the gutters, turning the road into a river, gurgling down the fall-pipes and creating fog above the river. The smell of rain in the thick air. It stops. It starts. It stops.
Everything is still. The air is so heavy. Listening, holding its breath. In case the fury returns.
(Storms over the UK – July 2014)
Lisa of the blog NorthWest Frame of Mind has decided to run a different project over the next 24 weeks. To try to show what is happening in different parts of the world (if you all join in) at a particular time of day. If you would like to participate you have until next Saturday midnight to post a photo or write about what is happening in your part of the world. This week is between 02:00 – 03:00. I hope you’ll join in! See links for more details.
(Photo source: Mark Kidsley 
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I love this! What a beautiful description of a storm.
Thank you!I was hoping that my words would paint a picture this week 🙂
The border picture of lightening ripping open the sky is hypnotic. Your description of the storm is riveting. The imagery is awesome. 🙂
Thanks Tess – I wish I’d taken that photo, but my camera(s) aren’t really up to this sort of image. Glad the words worked well though.
The words painted an awesome picture. 🙂
Correction: YOUR words painted an awesome picture. 🙂
Thanks Tess 😀
😀 😀 ❤
That description could well apply to the weather here this afternoon Jude! Great stuff, as always.
Best wishes, Pete. x
It’s been a much stormier year than I can remember for a long time. Hope you weren’t caught out walking Ollie!
Funny you should ask that. Check out my next post…x
You have painted a very eloquent picture.
Thanks Sue, it was a rather rude awakening!
We get a lot of thunderstorms here. They have always fascinated me.
Vivid writing, I enjoyed your storm!
I have just seen a marvellous double rainbow this evening! Stormy weather produces some amazing effects.
Wonderful writing, Jude. I love thunder storms when I’m safe at home. 🙂 I had a chuckle at “The gods come tumbling out of their beds.” 😀
As a small child I used to think of elephants, the louder the bang, the bigger the elephant, but once I’d learned about Greek and Roman mythology I liked the thought of the Zeus being angry and turfing the other gods out of their beds. I obviously had a vivid imagination!
What a crazy summer we’ve had. Lots of warm weather here but plenty of out of season thunderstorms too. You’ve described the disturbing crash of nighttime thunder perfectly!
And it was perfectly timed for the project!!
Brilliantly told Jude. Very atmospheric.
Thanks Carol. I actually wrote this in the middle of the night – couldn’t get back to sleep!
Wonderful post for the challenge!
Perfect timing Dawn! Not sure about the next hour though…
There you are, Jude – as reliable as she is. Thank all those gods for the pair of you ! 🙂
Could be a real challenge for the next hour… have to put the thinking-cap on. When do you wake up? Is it almost time for me to take a rest?
Lui gets me up around, oh, 5am ? Sumpn like that … Right now it’s 5:30 …