Bill and I watched the lightning with the window blinds wide open. It was awesome. It would have been even more awesome had there been thunder, but, I won't complain.
Okay, maybe just a little complaint.
The thunderstorms here are really crappy. Almost not worth the effort. Take today's small storm, for example. The sky got really dark and there was some lightning. I say 'some' because you could almost make yourself believe that you were blinking too much. There were even a few claps of thunder, which were more like distant drum beats but okay, at least this time we got the full effect. But in like, five minutes it was over.
Back east this would serve as a prelude to a huge thunderstorm complete with lightning bright enough to make you think it was daylight and thunder so loud it made your whole house shake and set off car alarms. It was thrilling and scary all at the same time. I miss that.
The forecast calls for more thunderstorms in the coming days. I'll have to wait and see exactly what that means.
On another not completely un-related note, I like the sentence that serves as the title to this post: "It was a dark and stormy night." Supposedly it's one of the worst opening lines to a novel (can't remember which), but it makes me laugh. Maybe because I like dark and stormy things, especially nights, or even nights that aren't dark and stormy but just night in general. Or maybe because it makes me think of Snoopy and the Peanuts gang.