This scene epitomizes late afternoons on the High Plains in late summer, but it came about in a rather remarkable way. The first in a series of supercells, forming over and near Pikes Peak and training off to the adjoining Plains, withered away in somewhat more-stable inflow air, its updraft essentially gone, its remnant core shriveling behind an elevated arcus feature. The storm had one message left: a cloud-to-ground strike from that relict precipitation core. Much as one never knows when the first lightning will hit from a storm, it’s seldom obvious when the last has happened also. This was that.
12 SE Fountain CO (5 Aug 20) Looking NW
38.5928, -104.4788