Saturday night an unexpected storm woke me during the night. For as long as I can remember I have loved storms. Thunder and lightning, the rush of the wind and rain. Plus any time I've been able to go and watch the ocean when it's stormy, it's been fantastic. So as you can guess, I'm normally the one whose super excited when a storm is coming, maybe even a little too excited.
However, last Saturday was the first storm that has ever scared me. It hit so hard and fast I was shocked. The thunder was like cannons directly over the house. Everything shook and I was freaked that it had hit the house. I'm not exaggerating. My immediate thoughts were worries for the pigs being scared out in the pasture and for either the house or barn to catch fire or be damaged. Have I mentioned the amazing amount of lightning rods on these 2 buildings? Insane! "Please. Please let them be grounded properly."
The storm brought an incredible downpour which I was thankful for as it meant any lightning strike should be snuffed out. That's when out my window I saw a tree in my neighbour's field hit by lightning. Wow.
I went to check on the kids who slept through the whole thing. How on earth did they manage that?
The storm moved off and gradually the rain tapered off too.
I think the reason this storm caught me so off guard was a combination of it's intensity, closeness and also the fact that it's just me and two kids. A little overwhelming.
Everything turned out fine. All the animals are OK and I emailed the man who inspected the house who said the grounding rods are fine.
So bring on the next storm, but not directly overhead though please.
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