I'd always feel safe and well sheltered though, there in the city, tucked under the porch eaves, sitting on a rocking chair and feeling the cool air blow as the hard rain hit the hot pavement. Here though, on top of this mountain, teetering on the Eastern Continental Divide, it feels a little different. Almost like I'm closer to where the lightning meets the sky, instead of the other way around.
All this extreme weather has put me on alert lately (earthquakes? hurricanes? terrible storms? it makes me wonder if we're going to take a trip soon), so it wasn't hard for George to get me out of bed tonight with his howling and whining right after a stormy downpour started. He was freaking out because he was stuck in his kennel on the front porch, where I had put him for safekeeping since I neutered him yesterday. Aaron Ray gave me a hard time today for complaining about having to leash train a dog at eight months old (imagine walking a 50 lb. yo-yo) just so I he doesn't run loose and bust open his incision. My astute husband told me that if I didn't want to go through all this trouble, I shouldn't have neutered him...but I think I was right when I loftily informed him that, "this hardship lasts only a week, but castration lasts a lifetime." Its a truth I feel deep in my heart.
At any rate.
I shuffled George into the dog/laundry room and gleefully went out on the porch to sit and watch the storm.
Let me tell you...it was a rattle-your-insides, heart-in-your-throat, jump-out-of-your-skin, doozy of a storm. Here, I've got a snippet for you (and yes, I thought of the "do not use phone when lightning" warning the whole four minutes I used my cellphone to video it):
(I don't think you'll be able to fully appreciate this cinematographic masterpiece unless your volume is turned all the way up...the storm was pretty loud.)
I mean what I say about everything feeling different around here, though. Storms are not just a good excuse to stay up until two o'clock in the morning; in these mountains, cattle die under trees after being struck by lightning and vets have to go out and examine them for insurance claims.
|My boss lost 26 cattle that had been struck under one tree in a storm not too long ago.|
This place lives or dies by the weather, which is a hard truth for this city girl to learn sometimes.