(taken at about 11:30 last night)
a constant stream of bolts arc
At 9:20, my choir started rehearsing “John the Revelator.” A few minutes later, a few loud rumbles of thunder could be felt trembling through the church.
“Oddly appropriate,” I thought.
Stepping outside a few minutes later, I discovered just how appropriate. The sky was a constant stream of lightning bolts, sheeting from cloud to cloud and occasionally striking the ground with sizzling viciousness. The thunder was an ongoing roar, with no discernible beginning or end. I have never seen a storm like that, though I’m sure Joan has tales that would make mine look like a cakewalk.