The Calm After The Storm

Perkasie sits in a valley between East & West Rockhill Townships to the north and Hilltown Township to the south. All aptly named because the area is replete with the rolling hills that make up the terrain of Pennsylvania.  It's beautiful, but also causes some quirks in our weather patterns that don't apply to towns to the east or west of us.

Last night, starting just about bed time, we had the most incredible bands of thunderstorms move through our area. As I lay in bed trying to fall asleep, trying to concentrate on slowing my breathing, my brain kept wandering to how I would describe that moment, what I was experiencing, in a blog post.

Have you ever done that? Write a blog post in your head while you are supposed to be doing something else... like sleeping?

So eyes closed, listening to the rumbling of the thunder, the sounds reverberating off the surrounding hills and echoing through our valley. And every so often the rumbling of the thunder was punctuated by a loud crack and a flash that would shoot bright light through my closed lids.


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Then the rain came, lightly at first, tapping out a beat on the rooftop, then heavier, increasing in tempo, until the sounds of pouring rain, rumbling thunder and cymbal claps of lighting became a raucous symphony outside my window. And then, a slowing decrescendo, closing the first movement, then silence. I fell asleep at some point during the performance, only to awake again for the second movement and yet again for the third. Nature's nocturnal interlude lasted most of the night.

And when I awoke, the morning was hushed and calm: