Storm Story

A little over a year ago, we discovered Fort Revere, (if you are interested, read more here) located a twenty-five-minute, view-from-every-angle drive from our house that we have made several times since. Most recently, we took family visitors out there Sunday, anticipating their gasps over the 360 degree images of Boston Harbor and Hingham Bay.

About twenty minutes into the ride, all six of us inhaled as we turned a corner and faced a defined grey-green cloud that cut the sky in half and foretold an ugly thunder storm. It appeared as if a pelting rain would arrive at the Fort the same time we did.

Sure enough, as we climbed out of the car, the wind bent the high grass down and throttled us, tugging at our clothes and flattening our hair. As the temperatures plummeted to goose-bump inducing levels, the adults looked at each other with “we are in for it" glances and the teenagers ran back to the car. Then we watched, as the cloud cut across the harbor obscuring the view of the sail boats racing to beat the storm, merged with a bank of thunderheads across the horizon, and disappeared.

Not a single drop of rain reached us, but oh, what a photo op.