In my life in the Bay Area i grew to miss...
- One minute read - 83 words…the raging post-midnight thunderstorm
The rain in the bay is a weak anemic nutritive water that falls from the sky.
Give to me Texas’ raging thunderstorm whose lightning lights your bedroom in a flickering flash of white like a stark flashbulb before yielding to the growl of a bear that shakes your windowpanes, roof, and door before leaving you in awe, aurally drowning in the sound of rushing water.
Give me double-flash strikes of electrical fury you hear - for a split second