Thunder In, July
One of the things I thought I’d miss about moving out of the Midwest was the thunderstorms. Turns out I was wrong. Atlanta has great storms and lots of them. (The benefit, I suppose, of living near mountains.) Right now, there’s thunder and lightning over Midtown that you could film a horror movie in รณ the kind of weather that traps you inside with killers or zombies or what have you. My dog is in a panic.
Average rainfall for Atlanta in June in 3.6 inches. In July, it rises to 5.0 inches. (Or so says the Internet.) Looks like we might make up those 1.4 inches just today. It’s nice to get a head start on things.
Look at this: My second post and already I’m writing about the weather. You all are gonna be sick of me by Independence Day.
Weird, I was just thinking about the storm, too. I’ve always loved listening to the thunder rolling in… that is, until the dogs start whining and I have to walk them in the rain.
My dog won’t leave the stoop in the rain. It’s straight into the closet for her. I just about joined her, yesterday: we got a bought of thunder that felt like somebody backhanded the house.