Ah, the Fourth of July. Such a pleasant time in our neighborhood: lots of loud explosions. The early evening is filled with pops and cracks. It sounds like small arms fire, like we’re in some sort of war zone. Of course this is especially pronounced on the Independence Day itself (when the snap, crackle, pop lasts well into the early morning), but it’s also noisy in the days leading up to the event.

Last night was especially bad. It wasn’t just the sound of “gunfire” at 10pm. No, last night we had the boom of “cannons” at three in the morning.

Okay, to be fair, that cacophony wasn’t actually from neighbors with firecrackers. It was from thunder.

The Portland area doesn’t have frequent thunderstorms, but we do get them from time-to-time. All my life, I’ve liked the sound of thunder rolling in the distance. It never occurred to me to think about what it must sound like to have the thunder overhead. Last night, I got to experience it first-hand.

Between 2:30 and 3:30, the thunder and lighting raged all around Rosings Park. It was as if we were in the midst of the Battle of Trafalgar. The lighting sometimes seemed to be a strobe light. And the thunder rolled thick and heavy.

“Crap,” I said when the rain began to fall. “I left the windows down in my car.”

The lightning flashed.

“Well, you’re not going to roll them up now,” Kris said. “But why don’t you go see if you can let Nemo in.” Nemo had been the only cat who refused to come in before bed.

I went downstairs to call for him. All of the other cats were tense. Every time the thunder cracked, Toto froze in fear. Max, his ears back, followed me around, begging to be let outside. But Nemo was nowhere to be found. He wouldn’t come when I called.

If I had been thinking, I would have grabbed my digital camera to record the scene. I don’t know if I’ll ever experience another thunderstorm like that again. But it was 3am and I wasn’t thinking straight.

Now the firecrackers over the next couple nights won’t seem like that a very big deal…

4 Replies to “The Thunder Rolls”

  1. lane says:

    It was a doozy. My cat, instead of curling up closer to me for safety, decided to sit in the window and watch; that’s why his name is Silly.

    The storm knocked my power out, and just came on this morning at about 9:15.

    I, too, had the idea of grabbing my camera gear, but when the downpour came, I gave up on that one.

  2. Lisa says:

    That was an amazing storm. I wish I’d been awake enough to get up and watch it for a while, but I was too groggy to do more than close the window and stumble back to bed…

  3. Jeff says:

    That one was far enough west of us that we really didn’t even hear much thundering — but there was plenty of flashing. The dogs saw and heard everything, of course… :need more coffee:

  4. pam says:

    Fantastic summer lightening storms are fairly common on the East coast; I often tell Mac is sad we don’t usually get them out here.

    BTW – I now have Garth Brooks stuck in my head! Could you be a little more considerate with your plagerism?? 😉

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