There’s something mesmerizing about the approach of a storm. During the summer in the upper Midwest we get waves of high humidity – the air is so filled with moisture it’s dense and thick. The humidity and heat build until they set off storms. Lately we seem to have weekly storms accompanied by thunder and lightning, hail, and strong winds.
There are so many unknowns with an approaching storm – will it be just rain, will it pass by quickly or stall overhead, will it create damage anywhere in its path, will it build and get worse or will it dissipate, and when will it be overhead. I find the anticipation before a storm moves through fascinating and beautiful. This storm was building for about a half-hour. The white thunderclouds at the far end of the lake stayed to the south as the darker clouds rolled over the lake. The wind quieted and the air was eerie with the stillness. Within ten minutes the rain started, big drops at first and then a downpour. And after another ten minutes the storm had moved out of the area, this time leaving only rain.
High heat and humidity can only last for so long. Eventually the atmosphere needs to clear it all out. As the sunshine disappeared, the air stilled and the clouds moved in. There was just a line of light on the far shoreline, but the rest of the sky was filled with billowing clouds – grey and dark. Their reflection in the eerie calm of the lake seemed ominous. A few minutes later the rain started in big drops, the wind picked up, and the rain became steady giving us the much-needed moisture.
The heat and humidity built throughout the day. As evening approached the sun and blue skies gave way to towering white thunderhead clouds to the south. Quickly the darker clouds moved in, the sky took on an eerie gun-metal gray and gold, and the wind grew still. I wandered through the cornfields watching and listening. In a short period of time there was lightning in the area. I erred on the side of caution and decided a woman with a tripod in the middle of a cornfield with lightning around was not a good idea. Within minutes of that decision, the winds picked up and the rain came down.