Summer thunderstorms

Growing up all over the country, I hold onto little things from each place that I’ve loved. One common love is a good thunderstorm. Funny enough, I used to be terrified of storms. I remember a particularly bad one in Colorado Springs. We were driving from dance class to the video rental place, and the route involved a rather steep hill. While sobbing because I was so scared, I looked out behind us over the prairie to see breathtaking lightning. Living in Colorado and Alabama was also a crash course in tornado safety.

These days, I’ve learned to appreciate a good thunderstorm. To quote “Saving Mr. Banks,” the rain brings life as much as the sun. I actually enjoy watching a storm roll in, the intensity of the rain, and the calm afterwards. I also really like the fresh rain smell which no laundry detergent has quite replicated. I took this picture right before we left North Carolina. Something, I’m guessing and hoping a frog, jumped across my feet causing me to scream bloody murder.

A week or so after moving to Georgia, I was down in Macon for work, drove home across Lake Oconee, and managed to catch these double rainbows (yes, I was taking pictures while driving. On a bridge. Deep breaths, Mom).

Do y’all like storms?