A thunderstorm rolled through our area in the early hours this morning, fortunately moving on quickly enough that I did not have to feed horses in the rain. It did not roll through so swiftly, though, that I was not able to see some of its beauty as it fled south. It was almost breath-taking to watch the cloud-to-cloud and cloud-to-ground lightning, particularly as it would follow a chain reaction from one end of the horizon to the other.
It’s those wee hours of the morning, before the sun comes up, that allows one’s mind to dwell on fantastic possibilities, and it was not hard to imagine that these electrical displays lighting up the dark sky were the product of some apocalyptic event or some extraterrestial invasion. It was enough to spur my writer’s mind into action, and I felt like a child again with endless possibilities before me.
I only wish I’d had the equipment to capture the storm on film.