Some crazy people, like me, like to go out in bad weather, while most adequate people try to hide from the oncoming storm.
But here's the bad luck - even I, a lover of the spontaneous manifestation of nature, cannot resist the downpour.
Whether it's a dry thunderstorm!
Severe clouds are approaching, it is quickly getting dark outside.
All this is accompanied by lightning with deep thunder and gusts of strong wind.
People, if not running, then walking at a fast pace. You will no longer meet couples strolling relaxed or playing children.
But with all this, the rain does not start to fall!
It sparkles again, then crackling thunder is heard, the wind will raise a whirlwind of dust...but nothing drips from the clouds.
It seems to be already a culmination, it seems to be already a peak...but all this pathos does not have a discharge in the form of rain.
...It seems to be getting lighter already.
It seems that the lightning is no longer so bright, and it does not sparkle so often...and the thunder lags behind them more and more. The storm is gone. It didn't spill a drop.
Dry thunderstorm is good.
But it is more customary to somehow see the full cycle: darkened, sparkled, thundered, poured.
Two months of summer have passed and I can conclude that I am almost satisfied with the thunderstorms.
