Yesterday, I wondered what a hard rain sounded like. This morning, I got my answer. It sounds like running water. And construction. It fogs up the window. The lightning (even when the storm feels right on top of us) does not shake the house, but it does rattle our sense of safety. (At 3 in the morning, we were all up.) It also humbles. As we sat on the porch, we all commented on our own vulnerability.
Water is powerful.
Sensory details like weather can add weight to a scene. It’s not usually the first thing I think about….but when a scene is flat or not holding its own, I often look to my senses. The environment around me. This morning, the alleys were flooded. People leapt over small rivers of rushing water. Umbrellas were turned inside out.