Weather of apocalyptic proportions

So, that was a wild one!

For those of you not in the south of England, last night it felt like this chap paid a visit to our green and pleasant land:

Thor, God of Badass

Art from Marvel Civil War, Book 4 (I think), by Steven McNiven, Dexter Vines, and Morry Hollowell

It thundered and, boy, did it lightning. Around 3am the heavens were riven, the skies were split, and noises like the gods having a bar fight woke me and the missus up from what was meant to be a heavy sleep, since we both now have to get up at 6:15 for her new job (and so I can have my aforementioned writing time).

It was something else, let me tell you. I’m definitely going to have to come up with a reason for a thunderstorm to appear in a storm sometime soon, because that storm gave me a real sense of perspective when it comes to powerful sensory images.

For instance, I’ve never been in a battle, but I have read about fifty novels that featured a phrase along the lines of “The cannon roared.” It was only going to a Sealed Knot reenactment event and standing overly close to a cannon that I really got an idea of what that sentence means. Similarly, when I now read (and write) about atmospheric entry and battle-sounds that stun the senses, that storm is going to be what I picture.

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Anyway, that’s all for now. If you also experienced last night’s storm, I salute your courage. If you have any stories of your own experiences of sensory overload at the hands of Mother Nature or an English Civil War nerd, please comment and let me know – I like hearing about this sort of thing.

Have a fun, productive Tuesday, y’all!