When I arrived the sky was clear, a sharp blue. By dinner the wind was whipping in gusts on the 7,000 ft, sparsely forested knoll I had pitched my tent. By sunset the clouds started to mushroom. Flashes woke me well after dark. Although I could not hear thunder I knew right away it was lightning. The air was electric. The excitement of it all surging through me. I decide to get up and watch, maybe I’d see an actual lightning bolt. The storm was to the south, over a mountain. Even so the entire sky above me would light up,so bright it left white spots in my eyes.The wind whipped, the lightning flashed and before long thunder…the storm was rolling right toward me.I was giddy, practically dancing with excitement! I was also feeling a tad bit vulnerable camped on a mountain top.So I piled my sleeping bag and pillow in the back of my truck.Having rubber tires under me just somehow felt better. Then I sat on the tailgate galvanized as the summer thunderstorm ripped right over the top of me.The lightning strikes danced in every direction. The thunder would explode and then rumble 10, 20, 30 seconds. I sat up for hours watching as the storm moved north. On its tail, wind and rain. I felt so alive. I felt so elevated to witness Earth in action, in all her glory and drama.
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