At first it was the same as any rainstorm I’d experienced at
home in Toronto. The rain came down
steadily and very slowly began to cut through the humidity of the last 2
days. And then it came down a little
harder in a steady downpour of sheets like I’d witnessed in the hardest rains
back home. And then the sky opened up
and let down everything it had.
Bucketfuls fell and drenched the world outside. Running to and from the cars parked close to
awnings was futile as the runners were soaked through anyway. I know my wipers on high wouldn’t have done a
thing to clear my windshield if I was driving my Corolla here.
Then the lightning and thunder rolled in—with
intensity. It was so intense that after
the first few lightning strikes I found I was bracing myself for the explosions
of thunder that followed…I’ve never done that before.
The rain fell, the lightning flashed, and the thunder
rumbled on and on. Lightning struck
nearby more than once and the thunder crashed loud enough to set off car alarms
throughout the neighbourhood. I planted
myself on the couch by the open front doors and windows to watch the show. While I was in awe, everyone else just took
it in stride.
After more than half an hour, the rain began to subside. Just as it had crawled in, it crawled away
and left a sopping landscape and cool breeze as a reminder it had been there in
the first place. I missed it already.
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