Throw open the switches on the static oscillator
In the Roanoke Valley, the sound of thunder bounces sharply from mountain to mountain. Here in Hampton Roads, the sound rolls over the water, producing a deep, extended timbre.
The demonstration nature provided last night certainly made me happy to be indoors. Lightning was flashing at least once every two seconds. It was like sitting under a sputtering neon sign. Thunder echoed almost continuously as the rain torrented down. Zap-zap-zap-zap-zap. I’ve never seen a fiercer storm.
We lost power three times, but each time it returned withing five minutes, which was a relief. I didn’t want to try to sleep through a humid 85-degree evening with no AC.
Calm, cooler, but still humid morning greeted me. I hate having to get up before dawn.
