Big badda-boom!

We don't get big thunderstorms in Seattle. It rains here, yes, but usually as an endless drizzle (and we haven't even had much of that this year). Big thunderstorms are one of the things I miss most about living in New York. There's nothing so dramatic, so cathartic, as the flash and dazzle of lightning and the basso rumble of thunder.

Every now and then, though, the Seattle skies get heavy and gray, dark in a way that's more ominous than our usual white sky. It's at those times, like today—in fact, only five minutes or so ago—that they let loose a rolling growl that literally shakes buildings. And, as happened just now, from cubicle to cubicle you'll hear people say "Woooow."

(And then they'll scramble to save their documents....)