Last night, the weather was sticky with sweltering heat and humidity. I left the windows open throughout the night, hoping to be awoken by a thunderstorm. Yes, I love thunderstorms. Actually I like all kind of storms. But a light rain was all I got this morning.
I haven’t seen a thunderstorm in many years now. This is all the more puzzling because I remember experiencing many thunderstorms when I was a child. Waking up at night and running downstairs into my parents’ bedroom was a regular occurrence. I also remember many a times when a thunderstorm caught me playing in the forest and forced me to seek cover, hoping that the tree I was hiding next to would not be the one struck by lightning. Later, I always cherished the amazing beauty of driving along a highway towards the darkened sky being criss-crossed by lightning on the horizon.
But in the past years, I haven’t seen any thunderstorm. None, zero, zilch. I might overestimate the frequency of thunderstorms in my early childhood because of the initial traumatic nature (until I began to cherish this extreme weather), but I am sure there were much more than zero.
Research suggests that the number of thunderstorms remains pretty constant over time. So where have all the thunderstorms gone?
The following map shows the lightning frequencies in different parts of the world:
To satisfy my lust for thunderstorms, it seems I should move to Congo, or more generally closer to the equator.
What is your experience? Do you see more or less thunderstorms than in the past? And where have you seen the most, the best, the strongest?