The home acres just got bombarded with a heavy salvo of water projectiles, heavy enough to create its own wind. What hasn't been in evidence, according to the lightning detector app I downloaded this morning, is thunder; the nearest strike I saw, last time I checked it, was 95 miles away.
This storm is part of a system that, on the radar map, looks like an enormous, skeletal comma with its center of circulation in Iowa. It would take me two days of moderately tiresome driving (not counting traffic) to get there from here. So, is a bit of flash too much to ask?
As I recall from a weather report I saw last week, this system started out looking very similar, out in the northwestern Pacific. The models -- weather models, which have to actually demonstrate predictive value, unlike climate models -- predicted it would hold together and traipse across the American heartland about now. Parts of it did serious damage here and there to our west, but it seems to have fizzled as those parts have passed through our neck of the woods. Last night a mean-looking leading line fell apart as it crossed the area of Talladega Mountain in eastern Alabama, and this morning the more cohesive trailing line held together only slightly better.
As I was typing that preceding sentence I finally received the first notification of a lightning strike just 20 miles away, but it was east of here. The storm is receding into the distance having already given us the worst it cared to.
There's still a disorganized mishmash of weather bringing up the rear, so we may see some individual cells pass through later today that might make more noise.