I got up this morning at a little bit after 6 to feed the dogs and cats and start the coffee and read the news, as is my habit. I poked my head outside to feel the air and MY GOD the humidity was impressive even for the Washington, DC area, which is essentially a malarial swamp.
I drank coffee and occasionally glanced out at the gradually lightening sky (it's darker in the morning than it was just a few weeks ago, have you noticed that?) and thought about the list of stuff I need to do today. Through my early morning brain haze I became aware that I could hear thunder and see flashes of lightning outside.
Y'all, we never get early morning thunderstorms. Our thunderstorms are always in the afternoon.
The sky turned greenish, then pitch black, as black as night--it was so weird--, and rain came down in torrents. There was no pause between the flashes of lightning, and the thunder was scary loud right on top of the house. The dogs were freaking out, and I was really scared. Not scared enough to go into the basement, but too scared to stand on the screen porch. I couldn't tear myself away from the window where I was watching the trees being whipped by the wind.
There were wind gusts over 60 miles an hour recorded all over the area. It was wild.
I mean, yeah, I'm sure midwest thunderstorms are much worse and way scarier but I was impressed.
Sasha (who lives a mile away) texted me, "HOLY SHIT!" right after some of the scariest thunder. And I was all, "I KNOW!"
And then our power went out, of course.
Josh went downstairs and found that the outside drain by the basement steps was overwhelmed by the deluge, and water was pouring into our basement from under the door that goes outside. Things on the basement floor were literally floating around. Josh stripped off all his work clothes and went outside in his underwear to bail out the drain area.
Oh, how I wish I had taken a picture. (Later, he came upstairs, stark naked, singing "Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's off to work I go" which, come on, is funny.)
And then it all stopped. Several hours later, the sun is shining and our power is back on. I have been out doing errands with my parents, and have to leave again in a few minutes. I would like to be home by 4:00, when the next batch of thunderstorms is supposed to move through the area.
See? I can write a blog post that is not about how old my parents are and how depressed I am.