On Thursday in San Jose, it was an earthquake that roused me from sleep; this morning in Austin it was a roaring thunderstorm, knocking things over and booming among the hills.
I enjoyed both, actually. Granted, if either were any worse they’d have been less interesting and enjoyable, but who minds a little 4.7 earthquake and a loud thunderstorm?
I haven’t seen a thunderstorm in more than a year; they just seem to be non-existent in the Santa Clara Valley — a strange little bubble of weather there that means no storms, it never gets hot and humid enough for thunderstorms, and in any case it doesn’t really rain at all during the summer and fall. So, I laid in bed early this morning listening to the rain, wind, and thunder, feeling kind of nostalgic for summers back home in DC.
