Summer storms a delight
I’ve been trying to think of excuses to spend the summer months in Perth, away from the heat, but Mother Nature has foiled me by sending us some cooler days.
When the day rolls around that we leave here and move to the city there are numerous things I won’t miss — the stinking heat of summer being one of them.
I also won’t miss the flying ants after the rain, the frogs and their raucous chorus from the toilet cistern, dust storms and droughts.
I know there is one thing I will miss though, even though it occurs during summer, and that is our awesome thunderstorms.
Yes, I do know they have thunderstorms in the city but they won’t be the same.
Up here you watch them from go to whoa. Firstly, the clouds building up which I refer to as “thunderheads”. I vaguely recall reading about them in My Friend Flicka as a child, so no doubt it’s an American word, but it suits them.
They start far off in the distance and could be in any direction. At first they look white and fluffy, but as the clouds build they darken and become more promising.
The thunder rumbles way off in the distance and we all watch, trying to work out how far off it is and which way it’s heading.
Sometimes they torment us, with their rumbling and lightning flashes far off in the distance, looking like they are heading our way before making off in a completely different direction.
That isn’t always a bad thing as there may be rain in them being dropped somewhere else on the property.
For me, though, it’s about the ones that come right over the homestead, with thunder that can make you change your undies and lightning that frustrates my amateur photography skills.
There is something so alive about being in the midst of a thunderstorm.
I know it can be dangerous, but some risks you just have to take.
The ultimate outcome is when the first spots of rain fall and you look out to see the sheets of water heading towards you.
A mad rush ensues to close doors and windows and put away items we don’t want getting wet.
Then you stand and smell the air, the rain, the freshness and revel in the life-giving manna falling from the sky.
A stormy sky at Neds Creek Station, via Meekatharra.