There was lightning late last night. I was on the phone, standing outside looking up into the cloud from which all the flashes came, but the thunder was so very quiet that the phone couldn’t pick it up. I can’t explain it: typical thunderstorm cloud bases are around 1 km high – the sound should have been much louder about 3 seconds after the lightning.
This morning, however, I was roused from bed by a deafening crash of fat raindrops hitting the corrugated tin roofs covering the parked cars.
Just that kind of violent weather would be enough to get me to the window, but an unexpected smash of thunder that shook the apartment building got me looking that much faster. It’s hard capturing big raindrops but you can see them against the dark cars in the background.
Within moments the parking lot became a quick-flowing sudsy river.
This clip captures the heavy rain and you can hear a clap of thunder.
More heavy rain falling in front of my window.
As a reward for making it this far, here’s a picture of one of the many squirrels that own the trees around my apartment. This one is perched at the bottom of my front stairs, hopeful and fearless.