OOooooh, I love thunder! I especially love the sound of a hard driving thunder storm with rain beating down on a tin roof. One of the best sounds in the world.
I hope I’ve instilled this in my 17 month old daughter, too. During the last thunderstorm we stood at the screen door looking out at the rain and screeching with laughter every time it thundered. It was a quick storm, and within 10 minutes the sun came out and the rain stopped. She looked at me and demanded, “More rain?!” Hard to explain to a 17 month old that Mommy doesn’t control the weather.
I LOOOOVE thunder…I’m always concerned that it will knock out the power, but I’d rather watch a good storm than be on the computer (no offense to the STMB). Occasionally, if I’m really feeling silly, I’ll go out and taunt the storm to do better.
“Come on, you pansy-ass cloud! Gimme a REAL storm, not this teaser crap! Knock me down, ya big bastard!” And yes, this also happens when I’m drunk.
Thunder is certainly one of the great pleasures of live. Starting off with distant, silent glimpses of lightning… Then we sense an almost imperceptible rumbling in our viscera… The rumbling grows in intensity as the lightning increases in frequency… Then the mighty storm is upon us, dumping marble-sized hailstones upon our freshly washed cars…
I love thunder storms, especially at night, when you can really see the lightning. We have a FANTASITC view of the Hamilton escarptment from our living room, so its great fun to just sit on the couch and look out the window and watch the sky above the cliff.
Love it. The bigger the storm, the better. I always find storms exciting, and they seem to trigger good childhood memories too of being ‘happily’ frighteneed in a safe, excited way. Plus I like to think of Nature occasionally serving up a little reminder that we may think we’re strong and powerful, but we’re no match at all for the forces she can summon when she wants to.
All great at a suitable distance. That distance varies from my front porch, a sailboat in the ocean, a small airplane and the location of the destination, if I am smelling sulphur, my hair is tingling and standing up, on a rocky mountian side, or a lot of things. Been hit twice, once in 59 and again in 78. Kinda worried about the third time so I am always aware.
Living here in Japan I miss a good old Texas boneshaking, window rattleing thunderstorm. The geography is all wrong for them here (as I understand such things).
Thunder and Lightning are fine, just fine with me.
Turned down a ride home from work, last year just to be able to walk two miles through a rip-snorter of a thunderstorm! It was great! Lightning striking within a hundred feet of me six or seven times along the way! Very LOUD thunder. Sublime.
If I am home and can unplug everything electrcal I love them, if I am out I have visions of coming home to zapped appliances as a friend once did. I have surge guards but still worry.
I desensitize pets when they are young via turning up the bass on the stereo and cranking up something with a thumping beat while holding, patting and talking to them in an happy unconcerned manner. I have never had a problem with them after that. I once lived with a housemate’s dog who would go through gates and even closed doors and windows if inside at the first clap, he was a mess.
I love a good thunderstorm. The louder, the better. I like to turn the lights off and let the lightning flashes light up the house. Scares the hell out of the cat, though.
