We are waiting for the rest of our 8 inches or more snow to fall today. We are told to be ready for blizzard conditions.
Lightning and snow storms, it is a common occurrence here and hadn't even thought to mention it until I saw a post on the Popwell homestead about it. I did try to find a photo of the phenomenon, but alas, nothing. I will try my best to wax poetic and give the beauty of the storms that they deserve.
Imagine if you will, thick white and wet snow failing thickly about you, the wind has died down and you can see three feet in all directions from you. The ground rumbles under your feet, and you remember the feeling from the spring storms that love to visit you on a regular basis. Instinctively you raise your head to the heavens, the wetness of the snow bites at your exposed skin, and you squint to keep the snow from blurring your vision. In the corner of your eye you see a quick, bright light, and turn your head to see it better. Then you wait, you know it will be there again, you just have to have the patience. Then THERE! The snow doesn't part, it falls heavily around you, yet you see it clearly, the white blending and stretching the colors of pink and purples and a majestic blue. A brilliant sudden sunset that lasts only a fraction of a second. The ground rumbles under your feet once again, and you will never forget the first time you saw lightening in the snow storm.
And I will leave you with my brothers new xrays.