Long pants on before 7:00 p.m., summer almost over.
A huge, great crackling thunderstorm hung across the valley for over an hour and eventually left the remnant with rainbow that you see below. Thunderstorms in this part of the world almost never come roaring through. They just stand there, like the mountains, then slowly ooze off in another direction.
Wide-angle lens isn’t wide enough!
It’s the weirdest damn thing, but it does explain flash floods in the canyons. The rain comes mostly straight down, hardly ever slanted with a wind behind it. If a storm is big enough and just sits there, you’re screwed.
The big winds are always outside of the storms. I think of them as a cascade of cold air, chilled by evaporation in the low humidity, that splashes out in all directions when it hits the ground. That must be why the wind here seems to blow away from wherever the rain is — not an indication that the thing is moving in your direction, in other words.
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