June 17th, 2004


Silent Lightning

Out to the east and south, over or beyond Lake Sammamish, there is an electrical storm. Every minute or so, a double flicker momentary strobe of brilliant white light illuminates the landscape, and when I stand where no buildings block my view, occasionally I see, mostly in memory afterimage, the brilliant pillar of electrical hellfire bridging the clouds and the ground beyond the horizon.

The air is strangely still. There is no smell of rain, no wind, no sounds from the trees. Also, very strange, there is no thunder. Not a booming clap, not even a distant rumble. Not even a burst of wideband static on the weatherband radio.