Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
The light and sound show hit with a fury yesterday, but not without exacting payment on its way.
The storms had lost a lot of their energy by the time they hit us, but the sight was one I had never seen before, not having lived on the coasts. I’ve been through blizzards, floods, ice storms, wind storms that have leveled forests, and Nor’easters in Boston, but nothing like the continuous explosion of lightning and thunder last night. The sky wasn’t just lit up, it was blazing white at times.
I feel guilt at appreciating the incredible beauty of the same storm that just killed people. But it was beautiful. It took my breath away.
It’s just the start of the season. I suppose I’ll get used to the storms, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop being amazed at them. Or respectful.