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The storms are rolling in, as I type. We've been in the Great Heat-Wave that's gripped the midwest (90 degree in mid-April? it's Bizarro!Minnesota!) and now I have the Weather Channel on, muted, as I type, and can watch the big orange-red storm centers blooming just to the west of me, billowing eastward. Outside, it's totally black; a huge wind is gusting around the house and rattling the blinds, and I can smell rain on the wind, and feel a foreboding heaviness in the air. I may be woken up by hail falling, in a few hours, or the tornado-sirens wailing.

God, I love storms. I could likely do without the twenty-below-zero, and the ninety-above, if I were to move away from here, but I'd really miss the big storms. They're a sort of weird Janus-reverse-face to midwestern reserve, midwestern repression -- great huge tempestuous blowouts of passion and melodramatic extravagance; they're probably the safety valve or pressure release that makes life here liveable. (I find myself wondering if anyone's written Smallville fiction that really takes account of, and does justice to, the nature of Kansas weather, and its omni-presence as a force in daily life. Though I'm not Kansan, my parents both grew up there, I've spent time there, and I know that you really can't deal with that part of the world authentically without having landscape, climate, weather, lurking perpetually in the background as a kind of climatological Greek chorus.)

Whoooo. Huge gust. I'm going out to move my rosemary shrub under cover, and make sure the upstairs neighbors haven't left any of their grandson's toys where they could get blown away.

Replies: 4 comments

It was nearly four this morning before the rain got to Chicago. I was awake, smelled the rain in the air and thought about you. Hope you didn't get swept up and deposited in Kenosha or something. LOL

Posted by dargie @ 04/17/2002 01:59 PM CST

Yes, but wouldn't it be great if you could ride the big storms like surfers ride waves? Maybe sail over the Rockies and visit SF on one storm and sail back on another.

Ok, I've got a serious cold. This is the medicine talking. I would never be that spacey.

RIGHT!

namaste SF Nancy

Posted by Nancy Ewart @ 04/18/2002 12:53 AM CST

Nancy, what a terrific idea! That's brill. We should work on this. Storm Surfing can become the next (excuse the expression) wave in extreme sports.

We just have to figure out how to get up there.

d.

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