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Awaiting storms; and Sgt. Pepper’s better than ever

Sunday, August 06, 2017

Few days seem to me as compelling as those summer days when storms breed in the great sagelands to our south.

The coming of a thunderstorm creates an aura of anticipation unique among weather phenomena, a curious mixture of dread, lest the storm unleash a deadly lightning bolt, and optimism, that it might cool the fetid air and water the garden besides.

I track the cells in the most modern of ways, by checking the latest Doppler radar on my smartphone.

And yet I also brace for storms the way humans have done for millennia.

I wait. And watch. And listen.

I like nothing so much as sitting in a chair in my yard, watching the clouds clog the southern horizon, starting as individual cottony puffs that coalesce into a curtain of steel gray, like the bow of a battleship.

I’m fascinated by how the air becomes still and somehow heavy in the minutes before the storm breaks, a sort of pregnant pause when the light turns a peculiar shade of pale yellow-green and the thunder, still distant, echoes with the malevolence of an unseen artillery battle.

Source:Baker City Herald

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