Saturday night was one of those fun summer nights. We went to Ru Sans for dinner and I had some delicious maguru (salmon) and sake (tuna) sushi, along with a full Firecracker roll. It was delicious.

We came back home and got ready for our friend Scott’s “White Party”, in which a dress code of exclusively white clothing was being adamantly imposed. So, dressed in head to toe to white, we were watching TV waiting to leave.

It had started sprinkling while at dinner and had turned to a light drizzle by the time we got home. As we sat there we began to hear the distant booming salvos of thunder rolling in, so we checked the ole weather.com. Sitting about 10 miles due west of us as an ominous crimson blob of precipitation, stretching from kennesaw to douglasville. The last update was at 9:56 and the time was now 10:07.

And then it hit.

The skies opened up and biblical amounts of thunder, rain and lightning poured down from the heavens, in inundating sheets and waves, shaking our modest home from the rafters to the floorboards. The darkened sky was cracked apart by marbled flashes of lightning, illuminating the house and everything around it. We opened the windows and the door and turned off the TV and watched it come down. Hobbes sat on the window sill, watching the torrent unfold, his tail twitching back and forth. It was so loud one had to shout to carry on a conversation, though nothing much needed to be said. Our driveway melted away into a river of mud and rock and all around you could hear a symphony of car alarms going off every few moments, rocked alive by the explosions of thunder.

One bolt must have struck no more than 100 yards from our house. The thunder arrived almost before the flash of lightning, and was so loud that Hobbes jumped vertically straight up into the air, his tail poofed out to its largest size.

Needless to say, we foregoed attending the party.

Yesterday it again rained several times throughout the day, and I’ve awoken this monday morning to more of the same. Aside from the trip to and from the car, I must admit I rather enjoy stormy days — much more now so that I don’t have to go tromping through them anymore to class. The soft gray light that filters down from the windows above is calming somehow, and makes me feel like I’m somewhere other than my cubicle at work.