The thunderstorms that drenched our neck of the woods Thursday night were, as my granddaddy used to say, real “gully washers,” accompanied by multiple lightning strikes and the constant rumble of thunder.
Didn’t have to go far to find good lightning pix. Shot these from the front door as the storm thundered through and lightning touched down all around the house. The closest strike came within 100 yards of the house, lighting up the sky and rattling the windows.
We may get another storm or two this morning before the rain passes to the East. A wet Friday but, the talking heads on the tube say, a decent weekend.
Better sharpen up the mower blades.