One of the great things about living in the southwest is watching thunderstorms in the evening. Last night we got to see a Japanese thunderstorm. It was awesome.
We heard the constant rumble of thunder. It sounded like a truck idling outside. We pulled back the curtains and saw the frequent flashes. We put on our shoes and walked across the street. We sat on the curb, looking over a rice field toward the mountains, and watched the fireworks.
It was one of the more impressive storms I've ever seen. It was so bright and powerful we could've taken photographs. Strike after strike hit the hills. The clouds lit up as lighting ran from horizon to horizon. Thunder rumbled ceaselessly.
One of our neighbors came out to watch too. We watched for half an hour. Over twenty strikes hit the ground and dozens more stayed in the clouds. It was a beautiful storm. There might not have been fireworks for the fourth of July, but this more than made up for it.
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