I now live on the Missouri River and Lake Oahe on the Cheyenne River Sioux Indian Reservation. From the house, I have 270 degree views of the Missouri River; views of grass and hills and a few trees. At some point, I’ll get photos of the view. It’s breathtaking. The weather has been really nice since I’ve been here. I am going on three weeks, here now this coming Sunday, and it has yet to really rain on us. Last night, however, I was awakened by a thunderstorm. Don’t ask me what time it was as I don’t have a clock near the bed- time doesn’t matter here; I have to do what I have to do, and I’ve got ample hours of daylight to do it, though I’m really never finished doing everything there is to do.
I really dislike storms. I’m not sure where this fear came from, but I have it. Probably I should learn to enjoy the beauty of them, and this one, was definitely that. There was so much color and so much lightning that it really looked amazing out. So much so, that as I was looking out the window at the tree down the hill and I could see it in sort of a negative light. There were lightning strikes bright enough to make it look like daylight out; and then it would look like a strobe light, with all different colors of purples, grays and blacks, and then that tree would look white against a black background. You could sort of even feel the blackness and darkness, and see the clouds in the sky. The river here is a mile wide, and I could see lightning on the other side of it. That is one thing about the wide open spaces up here; you can see for miles and grasp the vastness of a storm like this one when there are no trees or houses or buildings in the way.
I managed to go back to sleep during the storm, but I did have to get up twice during it to watch it. It smells amazing outside this morning. Like better than anything I’ve ever smelled outside. It must be the sweet clover. Ahhhhh…
Sounds amazing Jen. It’s amazing that people will never have that experience of a storm that goes on for miles. A true wonder for sure.