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[Jun. 15th, 2016|07:44 pm]
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What a glorious thunderstorm!

It was a little after seven when i stepped out on to the front porch to get a feel for the evening. Clouds were thick overhead and some of the LED lanterns had come on. I glanced over towards the woods and a doe stood there, staring at me. We gazed at each other a bit, fireflies drifting up from the grass, wind in the pines sounding like waves. I sat down in the rocking chair, hoping the doe would go back to grazing. Soon she stepped into the woods, looked out one time from the gloom, and then disappeared in the thickets.

i don't think i've mentioned all the wind chimes: the previous owners left MANY windchimes, to the point where one must make up stories about them. My story is that M--- bought them as gifts for wife G---. She worked in Durham, he was a cabinet maker and apparently worked at home. I imagine him seeing a new windchime at Lowes (because so much of what was left is from Lowes), bringing it home and installing it to surprise. She expressing pleasure -- but her pleasure is that she appreciates being thought of. She really doesn't like them at all. That's my explanation of why we have a dozen windchimes about the place.

I was worried they would make a racket day in and day out, but it was this evening, with the winds before the storm, that i first heard a faint ringing from the chimes. The roar of the wind in the pines -- most of the lot is yellow pines, probably long leaf or loblolly, easily 80 ft tall -- was like listening to the Pacific, and the winds set the trees into quite a sway.

I watch, ponder how far they can bend before breaking, recognize this isn't even a tropical storm. (The weather report, though, notes the front was moving at 25 mph.).

I came in from the front and went to the back covered porch. There was a terrific downpour for a while, a thick spray creating a white haze above the roof, the visibility across the yard reduced. Rolls of thunder, lightning.

And as i've written, the sunset must be hitting a high thunderhead: we are in a golden gloom with a heavy, constant rain falling.

This is something i've so missed on the west coast.

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[User Picture]From: gurdonark
2016-06-16 01:22 am (UTC)
When I lived in the west coast, I always meant to drive inland into the high desert, where a real thunderstorm could hit. It was such a joy to be back in storm country.


Sometimes I do miss those Pacific January rains, but not nearly as often.
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[User Picture]From: annie_r
2016-06-16 11:52 am (UTC)
I was driving home north from Durham last night, through a few bands of rain, although only one or two briefly heavy rains, and thought of you. By the time I got home it was only drizzling in my area, and it didn't look like heavy rain had fallen there.

I have all hardwoods on my property, but from what I've seen, the pines do not do well in ice storms where they get too laden with ice and can bend too far. But in rainstorms they seem to be able to bend and recover, I think.
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