Around the time we bought our house last year, I read Margaret Roach´s book about moving to the country, as a preparation of some sorts. She writes quite a lot about thunderstorms in the country and how scary they can be, and I think at one point in the book she´s lying on the kitchen floor trembling because of what´s going on outside. And I have to admit, I was all "God, get yourself together woman, how bad can it be".
Haha. How wrong I was. The very day we moved to the village, in August last year, we had a thunderstorm so bad the shingles came off our roof and we had a power outage that lasted the whole night. Thunderstorms around here have been pretty bad ever since. Much, much worse than everything I have experienced in the city.
I have not yet found myself on the kitchen floor - but just today, with a storm coming up real fast, I was in quite a state as I tried to get the cats in the house and all gardening equipment that could possibly fly around in the barn. And then the wind crashed our old wooden gate real bad and now I think it´s broken. Ugh. Never underestimate a thunderstorm in the country. Lesson learned.
The After is usually really pretty though.