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I stood in the lake as the storm blew in over it.

I stood in the lake as the storm blew in over it. It grew ominously dark while scuds swelled up to the front of the main cloud on the wind. The storm breathed warm air across the water onto the shore. The lake steadily became more and more choppy. I swam there, watching the rain move across the lake toward me. When it finally arrived, it pelted me like hail, clearing the last few stragglers out. Finally, I was the only one in the lake. Choppy waters, pouring rain, subtle rumbles, and dark majestic clouds welcomed me. It was just me and the storm, communing, sharing this body of water. It was beautiful, spiritual, refreshing, awakening. I felt alive. I felt alive not from some thrill seeking spike of adrenaline, but from such an encompassing experience of natural beauty. I am alive.

Lovely Clouds In A Severe Storm

Severe Thunderstorm passing over Rutland, VT on 2 June 2013. It dropped quarter sized hail in Rutland City and unleashed heavy winds. It went on to cause quite a bit more damage further northeast on its path. It was an awful purdy thing.

Open Science: Storm Bugs

   A study recently published in PLoS One really gets to the core of a thunderstorm: the microbial life within hailstones. Using ultra-high resolution mass spectrometry, researchers discovered nearly 3000 compounds and their molecular formulae. According to the molecular fingerprints, the origin was weighted toward soil-born dissolved organic matter, however the bacterial communities were skewed toward plant surface origin.

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