There is a terribly old and trite statement about the weather in Texas. If you don't like it, wait fifteen minutes. Rimshot.
I have a late spring birthday (tomorrow) so I can remember volatile and extreme weather that peppered my birthday celebrations. It makes me happy. I have an aunt called Stormy (whose birthday is in a month). I internalize the storms and the winds and the rains.
Weather in Texas can be so spectacular. I can tell from the weather radar that I am in the lull between the storms. Texas is known for thunderstorms that can produce all kinds of effects and vary from longitude to longitude. We have been blessed during this first wave of hellation. No trees are down, no hail to speak of. The yard has washed out into the street. Again.
Personally, I think we get a big break because of urban heat. I live near a confluence of two major interstates and very often the weather seems to break around home. This is fortunate because the local infrastructure is prone to flash floods.
I would be reluctant to get out and drive around in the near future except for family emergencies. I would go through ravaging floods for one of my offspring, but they're really all very bright and know better than to go out when the local creeks are overflowing their banks. They grew up around here and played "The Tornado Game. "
I see a glow over my neighbor's roof. It's kind of funny. This time of year the sun gets in my eyes for a few minutes as it ascends and the declination changes I catch glare from over the neighbor's roof. I can see a brightening of the roofline which is different from early afternoon. I can see an atmospheric glow of light over the rooftop but it is not in my eyes.
Things cleared for a bit, but I still hear thunder and the cloud cover seems to be eating the sunset.
Thunder is a residual line of backstory.
We are between the embrace of racing weather systems.