Gullah thunder? You haven’t heard of that? When I moved to the Lowcountry from the Upstate, one of the first things I noticed was how different thunder sounds down here. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because there are no mountains for sound to bounce off of like there were in the small town where I lived before. I really don’t know. When I mentioned it to my brother, he suggested that maybe with all the Gullah influences down here, the thunder has learned to rumble in Gullah. That explanation works for me!
We had a rough thunder-bumper to move through this afternoon, knocking off electricity at the church. No computer for writing. No lights for reading. The clouds were nighttime dark outside so natural light wasn’t enough. If I’d had a couch or an air mattress, I would have had perfect napping weather. Lightning held us hostage for a long time – too close and too unpredictable to make a safe dash to the car. So I sat in the dark, talked a little with the secretary, soothed Rookie’s raw puppy nerves, and relaxed. It was a mid-afternoon Sabbath, given by an act of God. What a blessing!