this was taken one evening on my way home from work... |
Some of my favorite memories as a child are of watching storms roll in while sitting on my beloved grandmother's porch out in the country. She would always make us go inside before it got too close, but I loved (and still do) feeling and listening to those first distant rumbles of thunder that gradually become louder as they rolled closer, the stillness of the air right before a big storm, the sudden gusts of wind followed by those first few drops of rain hitting the ground falling harder and eventually fading....and then finally, the different coolness of the air after a storm passed through. There is just something so beautiful and powerful about the magesty of nature that is desplayed through thunderstorms.
I have long had a hobby of photographing the sky and have so many images captured of different storms, clouds, cloud formations and just your average beautiful sky...but (aside from cirrus clouds of course) thunder storm clouds are my favorite. Thunderstorms are one of my favorite things in life and I'm so thankful to live in a place where they pass through.
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