A Violent Day


Yesterday’s weather was violent.  The day started off hot and humid with the sun pounding down through clear blue skies and not a breeze to be found.  The weather service warned we might get strong thunderstorms.  Turns out they were right for once.

By midday clouds moved in.  Thunder growled far away, just at the limits of aural perception.  Soon a line of storms hit us, one after the other, with respites of twenty to thirty minutes of sun between.  The first two storms were not so bad.  A few rumbles of thunder in the distance and smatterings of rain.

Storm three was a different matter.  As it came overhead, everything grew very dark.  The lightning strikes were much closer.  Gusting wind threw heavy rain against the windows.  Then loud pings began to sound on the metal roof.  I looked out to see hail, some the diameter of quarters, dropping all around.a2

I rushed into the pouring rain, lightning and hail to rescue my tomato and pepper seedlings and to turn my fig tree so its leaves would be sheltered from the ice chunks.  It hurts when large bits of ice hit you at a good velocity!  The hail kept on for ten minutes, mixed in with heavy rain.  I was so glad to have not planted my garden yet.  The tiny plants would have been devastated.  After the hail storm passed, the sun came out as it continued to rain, making a lovely double rainbow over our farm.

Storm number four was even darker, with high winds and the hardest rain yet.  The power flickered three times from lightning strikes.  The animals quailed in terror.  All three cats stayed by my side and I had to settle the poor dogs.  Finally, the last storm moved away.  I watched its dark malevolence close in on the city of Waterville, seven miles south of us.

This morning’s local paper has photos of flooded streets and downed trees in Waterville, damage wrought by that last storm, I’m sure.  A good portion of the city lost power for several hours.  The band of storms we had yesterday are the sort that sometimes spawn small tornadoes.  There were no reports of twisters.  The straight winds were more than sufficient to uproot tees and even tear the roof off a building to the south of us.

The story is the rainbow symbolizes peace between deity and mankind, a promise that no storms will ever again rise up like the ones fabled to have flooded the entire earth.  For me, rainbows are a reminder that although Earth’s weather is usually benign, there are times when the turbulent atmosphere becomes dangerous and threatens all we hold dear.a3


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  1. Wow! You certainly had an horrific weather day. Glad you did not lose any plants or have any lightning damage. Were the outdoor chicks and hens under cover? Dis the horses act scared?

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