thunder on the mountain, fire in the sky
I love a good supercell thunderstorm for my spring and summer time. They water our garden, they a humility check on our egos, and they are mighty representations of the power behind natural forces and how we impact them (for better or worse).
We had a massive front stream right by us, missing us by a few miles to the north. It was extremely disappointing -- we just planted some new additions to the garden, and I was hoping to avoid the need to water them through the tap.
I managed to capture the tail-end of the storm, illuminated in pink and orange by the setting sun.