Some few years back I was flying into Arkansas from a trip to California. The ride was a bit long and became longer when we hit a bank of thunderstorms over Fort Smith and western Arkansas. The plane diverted and we came to Little Rock from the south. This turn gave me the perfect seat to view the thunderstorm from on high. Huge bolts of lightening ripped the clouds, arcing high into the dark sky; others tore through the heart of the storm, unseen, but illuminating the clouds in a wash of blues. It was a violent storm and time and again the skies lit up with the jarring bolts. Occasionally the sound of the struggle carried to me.
I imagined Thor at war with some giant in the clouds; his hammer ringing blows of lightening upon the giants arms and armor. Huge misshapen creatures they fought the thunder god on high using chains of darkness and chaos. The gods struggling on, oblivious to small wants of men that crawled across the ground far below.
(these are not my pictures, but this is very much what it looked like)
2 comments:
I was thinking you must have been scared, but then again, that would be to distracting to be scared about
We were a good distance from the cloud bank, you could see the ground and sky from where we were . . . and this boiling mass of black clouds, like a wall. It was amazing. I am glad they diverted around it however, as going through it would have been hell!
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