Again, I’ll refresh your memory. I love storms. This is following the first wave of downpour in a storm and before a wave of rain that dropped over an inch and even spawned a freak lightning bolt in the Los Altos Hills. It was the night that the west coast was hit by a “bomb cyclone.”
I mostly liked this image because it had a creepy foreboding aura to it that I only really see on the east coast. That creepy brightness shortly before the intense center of the storm hits, with a weird slight tint of reddish-orange. The soaked grass, dirt, leaves, and shining street. It’s beautiful.