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Eric Meyer reports about some Stormy Weather Cleveland had yesterday.

As I went up the stairs to her room, I glanced out our north windows and saw that the sky had shifted to a pale green... The rain came down so hard and fast that our street became a minor river... Chilly mist wafted off of the hail on the ground as the ice sublimated, making the world seem a little more dreamlike and uncertain.

Ah, the joys of a Midwestern Spring.

Actually, I'm a little jealous. Southern Indiana didn't get anything nearly as intense. I know I'd miss these storms if I ever lived someplace with a more gentle climate. Sometimes nothing beats being outside, seeing the sky darken, feeling the wind pick up, and smelling a storm that's about to roll in. A good storm is an immersive experience that beats most movies that I've seen recently ;) .