This is weather worth writing home about. The more time I spend in Illinois, the more I am appreciating the Midwest a little bit more. Initially, I hated how much weather became such a part of my day and normal conversations. I still feel that way but a little bit less, all because of Wednesday night’s amazing thunderstorm.
The storm began late into the night. You could have easily missed it if you love the sound of heavy rain, but the thunders were hard to ignore. The thunders roared one after the other–they didn’t take breaks. For hours and on the thunders kept “talking” to each other, and every once in a while, one of the thunders would “compete” to be the loudest. I’ve never heard anything so loud and so continuously violent. The apartment building shook and a car alarm went off. I may have seen such strength of rain and thunder in Brazil, but I’ve never experienced a storm that had thunders going off one after the other for hours! Talk about stamina!
When I checked the weather earlier that day, there was a warning talking about possible flash floods. It was 85 degrees and humid at that time and I never imagined the weather gods were planning a party and would rage through the night.
