It’s been rocking and rolling above many states in the U.S.
this past week, and Hawaii was right in the middle of it – well, maybe not
right in the middle, more like out there on the left side of the map.
The biggest impact of the thunderstorms came on Monday night
when I was rousted out of a pre-sleep calm at about 8:30 p.m. The TV was on, I
was totally relaxed with the sound of the light rain pattering on the roof,
when all of a sudden it sounded like our neighbor’s house had blown up.
A huge, deafening boom rocked my bedroom wall and I
literally lifted an inch or so up the bed. It’s a good thing I’m not
incontinent, or it would have been sheet-changing time. The rest of the night,
all I could do was listen to the growing frequency of rumbles.
The thing about the a-bomb blast next door was that it didn’t
just stop with the boom … the rumble continued rumbling for at least 10
seconds. That may not seem like a long time, but believe me, it’s like a
10-second earthquake and seems to go on forever.
And then, just when it looked as though three days of rain
were enough, it all came back yesterday.
We live at a higher elevation, and there’s no river nearby,
so we didn’t have to be concerned about the nearly constant flash flood
warnings that crawled above the picture on our TV sets. And thankfully, even
the occasional “waterfall” that springs out of our stone wall at the back of
the house didn’t materialize.
But we sure got a lot of rain. And lots of sturm und drang. Ja, ja.
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