The Rites (And Wrongs) Of Spring

It is currently storming again here where I live, for the third day in a row. This one roaring overhead right now is a bad one. There is hail as well as torrential rain. These storms appear to be coming in from the Southeast, a fairly unusual direction in these parts. Cars driving down the rain-swept streets have their lights on and are creeping along,  wipers running at full speed, but unable to keep the windows clear.

Midwestern springs can be interesting. I have not heard any reports of tornadoes in the area and the town sirens did not sound when the latest storm was beating against the windows. But the building shook several times as fists of wind pummeled the old structure. Almost as quickly as it appeared, the storm is already over, past us and beating up on the next town. Such is the weather at this time of the year. It changes so fast, it's hard to figure out what to wear.

I stepped outside to survey the damage just now. The wind, blowing hard from the South, is quite cold. The flowers out front look a little forlorn and drooping, but they are still there. The tree on the South edge of the property has lost a lot of it's spring "flowers" – just messy things that accumulate in drifts like dark brown snow around this time of year. I don't think we are quite finished for today, though. It is brightening outside, but the sky to the South appears to have bands of clouds – rather ominous ones – heading this way quickly, driven by that cold wind.

Sometimes, I wish I lived somewhere with climate instead of weather. But I'd miss the storms, I think.

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3 Responses to The Rites (And Wrongs) Of Spring

  1. Blackhawk says:

    We’re getting a bit of that just south of you. Not quite as bad, though.

    Right now, the downpour is on and off…with the sun peeking through. Something strange about seeing bright sunshine while there is a good rain going on.

  2. Chris says:

    We have a tornado watch right now. The little weather thingy was flashing in the corner. I wish I had mowed my lawn before it started raining, because who knows when it will quit?

    Sometimes I wish we had climate here too.

  3. Sylvia says:

    Absolutely lovely here, sunny and bright, birds singing in the trees. The bay is glassy but there will be a breeze this afternoon. Our pollen count is nasty, though.

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