I really like a good thunderstorm. But I don’t particularly like one at 4 o’clock in the morning. Nature was in the kitchen this morning banging her pots and pans which caused me to enter a state of levitation as well as wakefulness. I never really did get back to sleep after that. But I don’t want to bore you with my insomnia.
As I write it is thundering outside. We are on the very outer fringe of Hurricane Emily, according to the National Weather Service office in Lake Charles, La. And I don’t mind it at all because it has hidden Old Sol and made temperatures just a little more bearable here.
Thunderstorms can be downright frightening but they also are a magical piece of nature’s handiwork. It is just uncanny the amount of energy involved in putting on a little light-and-thunder exhibit. Just how much energy, I don’t know for sure. I’ve seen different figures like 10 times the energy of the first atomic bomb. Regardless, T-storms are bursting with juice and can cause some serious clam bakes.
On this day full of nature’s energy I leave you with a little weather/airline humor:
After the airline pilot had managed to land his plane — albeit bumpily — following a descent through exceptionally heavy weather, he came out of the flight deck to bid his passengers farewell as they gratefully entered the jetway on their way back to terra firma.
The most memorable comment he received was from a little old lady who asked him politely whether he would please satisfy her curiosity on just one point: “Did we land, or were we shot down?”