A business colleague I’m going on meetings with this week in Florida has lived here since she was two years old and like a lot of people in Tampa seems to know exactly when it’s going to storm. It storms a lot here in the summer, nearly daily, I’m told. Tampa’s like the thunder capital of the world (or is it lightning?). This morning, my colleague predicted, under bright sunny skies with giant puffy white clouds, that a storm would break around 4 p.m. It sure didn’t look like it to me, but as foretold, round about 4:15 p.m. there arrived magnificent lightning, spiking the sky with light, then a downpour that knocked bark and fronds off the palm trees, which bent back and forth in the high wind. About an hour later, it stopped, the sun re-emerged and evaporated most of the puddles.
Stormy Weather