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“Possible” Thunderstorms

It begins with a rumble, distant, barely discernable. Just a touch of indigo darkens western sky. Five minutes later distant mountains in Whitewater River Gorge are silvered by rain. We head east, where sunshine illuminates billows of cotton clouds. Breeze puffs up, little whitecaps dance across open lake. Silver rain rolls around the Gorges; cloud shadows turn the mountains dark blue. There is lightening; there is thunder; boaters scurry to find sheltering coves to wait out the storm. Rain moves north, east, south; sheets of water obliterate the mountains and saturate our vessel with sound. No one panics, no one cries. It appears a good time to enjoy lunch and watch the show. The aftermath of the storm leaves one waterfall flush and clean, and another, chocolate brown and thunderous. Kids go back to swimming, birds go back to singing, and it’s just another wonderful day on Lake Jocassee. ~K – reprinted from June, 2020, because it’s been that kind of day!