Things I Notice Upon Returning to America
I had forgotten about thunderstorms. Like, the real proper sorts of thunderstorms that go on for hours and just have buckets and buckets of rain and periodic rumbles of thunder and the flashes of lightning.
I had forgotten what they were like and it's a bit strange to experience it again. Flashing lights and all.
In Dublin, the power went out once on account of a windstorm.
I recall exactly one thunderstorm in which I could count the number of thunder cracks on my fingers and went and sat in the window because it was just so odd. It didn't last long and the oppressive humidity that had built up that week went away with it.
Rain was a constant and normal, but it didn't usually come down in buckets for long periods of time, it didn't have to. The clouds never got that heavy because they were just always emptying themselves, I suppose.
I had forgotten about thunderstorms.
I had forgotten what they were like and it's a bit strange to experience it again. Flashing lights and all.
In Dublin, the power went out once on account of a windstorm.
I recall exactly one thunderstorm in which I could count the number of thunder cracks on my fingers and went and sat in the window because it was just so odd. It didn't last long and the oppressive humidity that had built up that week went away with it.
Rain was a constant and normal, but it didn't usually come down in buckets for long periods of time, it didn't have to. The clouds never got that heavy because they were just always emptying themselves, I suppose.
I had forgotten about thunderstorms.