Gut Rumbles
 

April 22, 2005

big storm

A totally magnificent thunderstorm rolled over the Crackerbox between 6:30 and 7:00 this afternoon. It was a hum-dinger. Wind whipped the trees like a giant hand shaking the limbs and for about five minutes, hail the size of marbles fell. Lightning lit the sky and the thunder rolled. Rain poured in torrents.

I LOVED it. I didn't want it to stop.

Is that weird, or what? I really LIKE violent weather as long as I'm not hunkered down in a ditch when it happens. I went outside in the middle of that crap and stood in my yard after the hail quit. Whip me, wind! Wet me, rain! C'mon, God--- show me what you've got! Now's your chance to hit me with a lightning bolt! I'm giving you a good target!

God passed up that opportunity, the storm went away and I walked back inside, wet and wind-blown, but still alive. Rain continues to drizzle now, but it's nothing like it was earlier today. I wish that the wind, hail and thunder had kept coming for hours. I like that stuff.

I ain't right in the head, am I?

Comments

A'int nuttin like a good blow rollin over the local hollow !

Posted by: jim on April 22, 2005 09:56 PM

It makes one feel alive!

Posted by: jim on April 22, 2005 09:58 PM

I had the same storm, just about two hours earlier. I enjoyed the shit outta that weather. Just Damn!

Posted by: Dax Montana on April 22, 2005 10:03 PM

I'm getting one now...either it's the same one or (more likely) you've got another one headed your way.

Have a good weekend, dude.

Posted by: zonker on April 22, 2005 10:33 PM

Come out to Arizona in July and August for the monsoons sometime, if you haven't yet. Truly a sight to behold.

Posted by: Scott P on April 22, 2005 10:41 PM

I'm sending another one y'all's way. Five minutes ago, we had a big mother roll through. There was lightening enough to make Pete jump up and holler "damn!", wake Spiderman, and rattle the windowpanes. Buckets of rain, chunks of icy hail, and a streamer across the bottom of the television forecasting death and destruction upon us all. It was awesome.

No, you ain't right in the head. Neither is Dax. Or me!

Posted by: Kelley on April 22, 2005 10:46 PM

Being right in the head is overrated.

Posted by: McGehee on April 22, 2005 11:01 PM

Tis the season, I love the JuJu.

Posted by: Yabu on April 22, 2005 11:11 PM

Next time, try holding a 10' long piece of iron pipe in the air. Better yet, do it while standing on your roof.

Posted by: rightisright on April 22, 2005 11:20 PM

I worked during the storm. Enjoyed your version.

Posted by: Rita on April 22, 2005 11:21 PM

I ain't right in the head, am I?

Do you REALLY want me to answer that?

;)

Posted by: Maeve on April 23, 2005 12:17 AM

Normal is overrated anyway. Get your pleasures where you can. I'm with you, a good storm is hard to beat.

Posted by: Just D on April 23, 2005 12:29 AM

No, you're perfectly right in the head on this topic anyway. Thunderstorms are fantastic. And I second Scott P's suggestion.

Posted by: Desert Cat on April 23, 2005 12:39 AM

A few years back I was at the Jersey Shore when hurricane Floyd hit the coast. I put on a bathing suit and spent about an hour walking along the beach getting pelted with driving rain and watching the boiling ocean. It was great.

Posted by: Jim - PRS on April 23, 2005 05:55 AM

"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they are okay, then it's you."
--Rita Mae Brown

Posted by: Indigo on April 23, 2005 08:00 AM

I too enjoy the wild weather. So much so that I became a member of the local SkyWarn network...ya know, those loonies that go out in severe weather just a-lookin for tornados!

I've had lightening so close my hair stood on end! See 2 funnel clouds up close too! Thrilling!

Posted by: The Wizard on April 23, 2005 10:42 AM

"Come out to Arizona in July and August for the monsoons sometime, if you haven't yet. Truly a sight to behold."

Scott's got the ticket. My favorite monsoon sport is to sit on the north porch, and watch the afternoon T-storms form in the Verde River valley, and roll west past the river source into the open Chino wash area or north into Lonesome Valley. Helps to have friends to spin a few yarns during process, and help kill a few cold one's. And to have the high ground.

"Damn Fred, look at THAT rain shaft. Poor suckers over there must be drowning!" Once in a great while it's TRUE. Usually helps the gene pool.

Posted by: Dan Pursel on April 23, 2005 12:06 PM

Nah rob, you ain't right in the head, but I ainít be either. I remember during the '93 "storm of the century" having to go outside in the middle of that crap, and it really does exhilarate a person. Iíve loved awful weather for years; I think its beautiful stuff, the lighting dancing, and the clouds rolling.

Only time Iíve ever been near-freaked out about weather was July 4 about three years ago. We were running sound for a jazz/bluegrass jam at the local Youth Rec. League, and some of that North Florida monster-weather rolled in one afternoon. The clouds were literally boiling in apoplectic fashion, and I was worried about a tornado dropping on my head.

We tarped the gear, double-garbage bagged the mains and monitors, and tossed my upright in the van half bagged just in time for the bottom to drop out of it. We went and sat in the van till it was over. In typical North Florida style, the weather blew out after about 45 minutes, and we were able to set off the fireworks and whatnot. Never did get to play that day, but the weather sure was interesting Ė One of those days that will be with me for a long time, not out of fear, but out of awe.

Screw Ďright in the headí rob; itís too boring.

Posted by: Buddy on April 23, 2005 12:14 PM

I remember when the kids were little I would pick them up on set them on the widow ledge and we'd feel the storm coming in. I always loved it.

Recently my grown up daughter was over the house when a storm blew in...she said, "Come on, Mama", and she opened up my sliders and the two of us stood out on the deck, feeling the wind and watching the storm clouds gather.

I never felt so 'WARM'...knowing something I loved had come to be special for her too. That storm said alot. It just howled LOVE.

Posted by: Maggie on April 23, 2005 02:14 PM

And taking Maggie's thought in a different direction.....ain't too much out there that will beat, making love during a thunderstorm. Somehow natures raw passion seems to meld in just the right way when you have a warm willing body next to ya.

Failing that, just watching nature in action has a beauty all its own. And if either of these qualifies me as being "tached" in the head...then so be it....seems to be a better class of people here anyhow.

Posted by: Guy S. on April 24, 2005 06:00 PM

I am 46 years old and I have went out and walked around in thunderstorms all my life. Most people think I am crazy. I say fuck 'em.

Posted by: assrot on April 25, 2005 08:51 AM

So long as it isn't cold, I'll go out there with you. :)

If you live on a lake (or other large body of water), there's nothing quite like seeing a real storm roll in across the water....

Posted by: Strider on April 25, 2005 02:24 PM
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