Friday morning, just as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard what sounded suspiciously like thunder. Sure enough, the sky was charcoal, and the thunder just got louder, as the rain started pouring down. Seattle, despite its rainy reputation, gets almost no thunder, and on the rare occasions that I’ve heard it, it’s generally a solitary crack, and then nothing for another six months.
Friday morning, just as I was getting ready to leave for work, I heard what sounded suspiciously like thunder. Sure enough, the sky was charcoal, and the thunder just got louder, as the rain started pouring down. Seattle, despite its rainy reputation, get almost no thunder, and on the rare occasions that I’ve heard it, it’s generally a solitary crack, and then nothing for another six months.
This was a real storm, though, and lasted almost twenty minutes. I had to try to get a picture of the rain bouncing off the street.
Not exactly the typical view from the front porch!!
The weather seemed to spend itself, and the afternoon looked clear and sunny, from the glimpses I stole out of the neighbour-across-the-hall’s office window.
We’ve had a week of particularly amazing sunsets. Here was last night’s at 9:02 (the days are still long!):
There were at least two dozen sailboats in view out on the water, which made the evening particularly pretty.