Storms are incredibly sensual. Nature’s harmonious violence makes my senses tingle.
This is going to sound really bizaare, but I love sex in a bad storm outside somewhere.
But none of you flew to Puerto Rico or Hawaii... grab a folding chair and sit on the middle of the street to see were you land and how far the folding chair will be found off your corpse. Having spent 20 years in the Navy, I had my share of storms at sea. In February of 1984 a winter storm in the Norwegian Fiords removed a 10ft section of the catwalk of a Landing Ship Tank LST-1179. Removed a section of a 35ft whip antenna. Flooded the bow ramp machinery room. Disable our boat as a rag doll. During a storm in the 90's this guy (Captain Jack) my wife and I used to know trying to save the sail boat used to be his was killed at sea by a storm. They are a Force of Nature and nothing to play with. You can talk all bullshit you want how much you love it (while hiding from it) and never seen one facecto face or walk among the debris 4 hours after one. In front of them you will hide like anybody else. If you wonder I don't fear them but I had seen since childhood the destruction left on their wake. I Respect them.
Love storms here too. When my son was very young, he was so afraid of lightning, thunder and storms brewing from afar. One day, I showed him a weather trackin website with doppler radar in my area. We tracked a strorm which was heading our way for a couple of hours. He was checking every update until he could predict when it would start to rain at our exact location to within 5min. He was fascinated of the size and displacement up until it ended. He enjoys watching lightning now.... like me.
One of the best memories I have of time with my children was watching a thunder/lightning storm pass by just to the north. There was cloud to ground and cloud to cloud lightning and we sat on the couch and watched. We talked about what was going on and to this day both enjoy watching a storm. I do respect the awesome power of nature with the wind and lightning but relish knowing that this is the "higher power!"
I don't like storms. They keep me up at night with all that wind, rain, lightning, and thunder.
I love thunderstorms and the best thing is your car acts as a Farraday cage so unless under a tree its very safe to park right in the middle of one.
I woke up to a loud thunderous lightning storm, with rain so hard it was deafening. All kinds of havoc was wreaked on my little island today.
Several landslides stranded travelers overnight, many of whom were taken in by strangers or if they could get to town, put up in the elementary school set up as a red cross shelter. During the night two homes were washed off their foundations and went down river, broken into bits. A young mother snapped a photo of her neighbor's house coming down the stream, before she was able to get her baby and herself safely to higher ground. Scary stuff.
The highway was closed today in several sections, with landslides, flooding, a sink hole swallowed a car, Besides the 2 homes that got washed off their foundations, it seems a third one ended up in Hanalei Bay. Bison (buffalo) were apparently washed down river and were hanging out on the resort beach below the St. Regis Hotel. Power was out for several areas of the island. My power stayed on and I stayed inside watching the various photos being posted by my friends of jaw dropping scenes.
Yeah, sensual harmonious violence when it started maybe, but by the end of the day, as more damage from flash flooding occurred, not so fun. Stressful - though I feel lucky not to have sustained any property damage myself.
Wow scary!
I absolutely LOVE a good thunderstorm. There is something so...primal. I feel so cleansed after one.
I love storms also. Growing up in Haiti, whenever I noticed a storm approaching I'd quickly start galloping my horse away from my house so that I could claim being "stuck" in rain, if my mom questioned me later. When the wall of rain hit, I would duck under the nearest giant mango tree, and sit on the tree roots, listening to Haitians telling "blahgs" (whopper lies about life adventures, told as though true).