Year 2 Day 318: Storm-Watching

Here in the UK, the climate is such that you don't get a lot of extreme weather -- such as you would in say...a summer in North Carolina, for example. I can't say I miss staying glued to the weather channel, looking to see where the watches and warnings were and guessing if the dark red patch on the Doppler was headed for my town next.

Anyway, you can imagine my surprise to hear thunder early this evening. In fact, it's only the second time in two years I have even noticed thunder, it's so rare. It had been raining off and on throughout the week, but still no thunder.

I went upstairs to get a better view since the entire stretch from Romsley to Clent can be seen from our bedroom and sometimes you can even see the storms coming in. Normally, I am not much of a storm person, but since storms here are nothing to their US counterparts, I have become quite the spectator. So much so, that when I saw a flash of  lightening in the distance, I shouted down to Matt to bring Ryan upstairs with him to watch the storm come in.

Here is the series of photos to document the beauty of a summer storm here:

Eventually the wind picked up in our back garden and I could hear people over at the park shouting to get into their cars. Leaves began blowing off trees in the neighbours garden and I could tell the rain was close. Before long it was pelting it down and I had to shut the window...but my little buddy Ryan stayed by my side to watch his very first proper thunderstorm.

You may have actually thought I had never seen one...with my camera and all.