As a train of mostly disorganized and structurally nondescript storms had paraded past, we “called off the chase” and had dinner in town, with an eye toward resuming the viewing in the later sunset hour. Good thing we did! The light behind the band of messy storms briefly shone a deep gold, warmed and diffused by several miles of intervening rain. A few western meadowlarks braved the precip and sporadic in-cloud lightning to echo their loud calls stereophonically across the High Plains, as if in similar appreciation of the brilliance taking place amidst the cool, fresh outflow. Moments like these, I wish I could freeze for much longer, not just in the form of a photo, but in sound, smell, skin feel…every sense of immersive experience.
6 NNW Sidney NE (21 May 21) Looking WNW
41.2217, -102.9993