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A thunderstorm in Idaho February 15, 2009

Posted by Jenny in literature, nature.
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This wonderful and original description comes from Five Skies, a novel by Ron Carlson (Viking, 2007).

lightningAn evening wind had come up in short gusts and the rabbits lay in the sage with their ears down.  Summer seemed stalled and the late-day weather now was laden with cumulus clouds bumped into haystacks and the false afternoon dark, lit by lightning in the black barrels so far away there was no thunder, just the periodic flashes.  Some nights the storm broke, though, over the gorge and the lightning would step toward and then above their tent, the storm like a mob, the rain ripping up the night, big drops, an hour of crashing and then gone and the clean slate smell in the humbled sage.  The sky was four shades of blue from east to west—a tipping plate—and in the north the sky was black and ticking with lightning in the distant mountains.

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