Stephen Levine
EF4
A few experiences come to mind for me. During the 1980's I lived in New England. In December '80, an early season snowstorm moved into Boston area.
Around midnight, the snow tapered off and it got quite still. At that point, eerie sheets of blue lightning began to ripple across the sky from time to time, followed by very soft thunder. This interlude lasted only about 15 minutes or so, and the heavy snow returned after this.
Also near Boston I think around 1984, one day while I was walking in heavy wet snowfall, the entire sky suddenly turned into a brilliant pink flash. Instinctively I hit the ground, and waited for a stunningly long time for more lightning or thunder. Eventually, a long roll of thunder came.
In this particular storm, my neighborhood was real close to the rain/snow line.
A similar experience to this happened one night, near Dayton, Ohio during a snowburst in the late 1970's.
During the April 1982 blizzard in Boston, visibility was limited to yards by heavily falling snow and gusty winds. It was one thing to walk out in the snow and see the street disappear within a few houses, it was another to also be hearing nearly constant rumbles and roars of thunder at the same time. The air was so thick with prec. that I did not see any of the lightning.
Around midnight, the snow tapered off and it got quite still. At that point, eerie sheets of blue lightning began to ripple across the sky from time to time, followed by very soft thunder. This interlude lasted only about 15 minutes or so, and the heavy snow returned after this.
Also near Boston I think around 1984, one day while I was walking in heavy wet snowfall, the entire sky suddenly turned into a brilliant pink flash. Instinctively I hit the ground, and waited for a stunningly long time for more lightning or thunder. Eventually, a long roll of thunder came.
In this particular storm, my neighborhood was real close to the rain/snow line.
A similar experience to this happened one night, near Dayton, Ohio during a snowburst in the late 1970's.
During the April 1982 blizzard in Boston, visibility was limited to yards by heavily falling snow and gusty winds. It was one thing to walk out in the snow and see the street disappear within a few houses, it was another to also be hearing nearly constant rumbles and roars of thunder at the same time. The air was so thick with prec. that I did not see any of the lightning.