Last night’s thunderstorm presented a remarkable display of a Lewis-Clark Valley storm. Only a light sprinkle of rain was falling. The setting sun etched the sky, and a broad band of rainbow reached from the ground to a thunderhead, like a fountain of fire, as lightning flashes transected the rainbow. To the south, red claws of cloud prowled northeast. In the east, an impenetrably blue-black sky became the backdrop for most of the lightning that flashed to the rumblings of thunder late into the night.
It was a beautiful storm, and our thick new roof tamped the sound of the rain and the wind: a most encouraging muffling. And our single bonny poppy still stood tall in the morning.