Scott took these from the truck window as we were turning west onto the road. We wondered what those clouds were holding. Someone southeast of us got a storm that evening, but we didn't hear anything.

Here, a week later, it thundered all night. Woke me up, sounding like a train rumbling past. "Scott," I said softly, "is that thunder?" and he got out of bed and took a tour.

We can hear trains here, although we're about four miles from the highway, where the tracks are. There are plenty of trees between here and there, and it's at a similar elevation as far as I know. Go figure.