When I was a young boy in St. Louis, MO, my dad and I considered it good entertainment to sit on the balcony of our apartment and watch the lightning storms. There’d be a good crack every half minute or so, not counting all the little ones sometimes in between.
In 1980, we moved to the L.A. area. No lightning. Not no rain, just no lightning. I can barely recall the last time I heard a real good thunder clap. Of course it does happen occasionally, but every time I remark on it to myself because it’s been so long since the last time. Why is that?