I don’t know why I love weather drama so much. When it happens, the excitement and anticipation fills me with joy as I watch the clouds move in.
The weather forecast was for a warm day with change coming late in the day. It was warm, sunny, the sky was clear most of the day, and when I left work I thought it was another case of inaccurate weather forecasting. But soon the wind kicked up, and when I was on the way to the gym, it was howling through the sunroof, which I had tilted up.
Later, as I drove home, the front was coming through, and even in the subdued light, I could see the outlines of clouds. To the north, I could tell the clouds were very dark, torn at the bottoms, and at the horizon was a dimly lit line of orange dust. I couldn’t resist trying to get a quick photograph as I sat at a traffic light:
The blurry-ness of the photograph made it seem more real instead of like a bad picture. As I drove, though, I realized that time was running out, and I was going to have to pull over to get any sort of decent photo. I thought I was driving into a neighborhood, but luckily it was a network of paved streets through undeveloped land. Wide open space, untouched by developers! What a find! So, I made the best of it and got a few photos of dark clouds and dark sky.
You can see the bank of clouds closing in overhead, the thin slit in the sky where feeble light seeps through. I steadied myself from the powerful wind by leaning on the roof of the car.
After I had my fun, I got back in the car and drove home. Later, I listened to the wind dance and whirl through the wooden wind chimes on the front porch as the temperature dropped. What a wonderful evening!