Disclaimer this was written between 3:17-4:12 am on my phone while under the influence of pain narcotics, 19 hours post gallbladder surgery. But I feel surprising coherent and awake.
I don’t know how to quite describe thunder storms in the Midwest but for sure, they are different than the West.
Imagine sheet metal laid on a flat road that goes for miles and miles, and the mightiest above grabbing the end with a good yank. The sound wobbles far, then as it gets nearer the velocity picks up and the sound gets louder and louder until resonates outside your bedroom window like a bobcat in your ear. An intense screaming meow. You knew it was coming because it was building up for miles, but yet still terrifying.
Sometimes the sheet metal rattling is just blocks away and it rattles shaking your whole street and when it travels close to your house you can feel the rumbling from the depths of your belly as if they were intense hunger pains. Vibrating from your gut, to your shoulders, to the tops of your ears. Gasping and holding your breath for a moment waiting for the next crashing roar.
The lightening that comes with the thunder is so bright that even through my bedroom blinds the room is illuminated brighter than the sunniest day, casting shadows on every object. Even through my closed eyelids I am left wincing and squinting. I can then tell which if the three kids was tossing and turning at my side as they joined us in bed, probably from being wakened by the storm.
There is something about the thunder and how it feels on my surgery wounds as they are fresh and tender. The greatest pain middle of the night currently is the popping of the tendons in my shoulders. The nurses explained it to me , but I was still in a cloud of local anesthesia and my comprehension was lacking.
My popping shoulders remind me of thunderstorms in the West, where there are mountains and valleys breaking flat land. Instead of a rolling rumble you get the flash of a whip, with a snap. Echoing back and forth between mountains. The lightening doesn’t seem as blinding. Perhaps the mountains break that up too.
Storms of the West seem to churn within the valleys sticking around for a while. Midwest storms come without warning, there were clear starry sky’s as I went to bed, and out of no where, the rumble rolls in.
When it leaves it is deathly quiet, but just give it an hour the next storm will have arrived with sideways rain making it sound like a fire hose is dousing the side of your house. Making you wonder if you are going wake to water on the floor, some how the water finds its way in.
The intensity of Midwest storms are alarming I have done my best to explain them with words, but a hard task. When they come in it almost feels God has a message to share. A big, loud, fierce, telegram to the people. Wake up!
I will stop here, before my drug altered body starts spouting off stuff. Good night.
Happily recovering and resting from surgery!