When it comes to weather, living in the mountains can be a real plus. The monsoon season is on us and with it an almost daily storm that would be a weather event in most places but here just kind of makes the neighbors look out the window.

The other night was a prime example. A storm blew up out of the northwest and came roaring down the Obenchain draw heading for the plains. Its path took it directly over the house and as the house is kind of up in the air here on the mountainside we had a bird’s eye view of it as it went by. It was what old people called a ‘doozy’. If you’re young and reading this “why aren’t you doing your homework instead of fooling around on the computer?”  but before you go Google doozy and it’ll explain it to you.

This was an amazing storm. Lightning was flashing overhead, thunder was a continuous roar, and the whole thing felt like it was happening twenty feet above the roof. As always happens the storm moved out onto the plains and began to dump its rain in earnest. This was real old testament stuff and I wouldn’t doubt that there were a few folks apologizing very sincerely for any past transgressions they may have had. As we live a pure and simple life up here we didn’t have to bother with any of that and just took in the view. That guy on the bottom end of that lightning bolt probably wishes he had just said no though. But we all make choices. Maybe it helped him see the light so to speak.

It rained real hard, stirred up all the weather warning people, flash flood procedures were enacted, folks got wet. Dogs howled. Children cried. People drove through those places they tell you not to drive through when there’s flooding and everyone acted pretty much like you expected them to when things get really weird. Life kind of slowed down to a crawl until Mother Nature figured we’d had enough then it stopped. I like these storms. I don’t particularly want to get struck by lightning or washed on down the creek but I like them anyway. This is what it looked like. Stay dry.