The awesome beauty and power of Nature arrived just west of my home one recent evening. I was near the lagoon and fiddling with some images of a wild grass plant when I heard the most basic of storm warnings—an ominous rumble of thunder.I turned my surprised attention around and was rewarded with the above tapestry.
An immature but rapidly growing Cumulonimbus cloud provided the pallet for the sun to push its diagonal rays through the rapidly waning, clear evening skies.
This one was a mere child. A mature, towering cumulous thunderstorm can exceed 60,000 feet in size; twice the height of Mt. Everest.
Soon scattered raindrops dimpled the pond, then, God dumped the buckets as I doubled over to protect my camera and scurried for the house.
Max was waiting under the eve that somewhat protects the front step and his mildly, scolding stare seemed to inquire, “What kept ya’”?
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