CarrollBlog 12.4

It's pretty hard to improve on the wonderfulness of a ripping summer thunderstorm, but last September I witnessed an example. The storm came in quickly although you knew about fifteen minutes before it hit that those galloping dark clouds would have something loud to say when they arrived. I was working at my desk when the storm broke and the only reason I looked up was because open windows started flapping in the wind. Then came the screams. Before standing up I listened carefully a few...