After the “slender sunset supercell” tattooed itself onto my memory for life, the storm very slowly weakened into the deepening twilight blue, while another developed on its outflow boundary to the west. Nonetheless, when it came to generating electricity, the little storm that could, most certainly did. I lost count of how much lightning it flung every which way from its middle to upper reaches. For as spectacular as they were, these discharges — some hurled miles into clear air — only counted a tiny fraction of its many hundreds. The throbbing pumpjack at lower middle affirmed this as a quintessentially Oklahoman scene.
6 NNE Nash OK (13 May 22) Looking NNW
36.7532, -98.0394