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So along about 1pm, a huge dark wall of rain approached my city. Rachel spotted it first, being closest to the windows, and one by one we would come up and watch the dark clouds approach the city. We knew it was going to be big. There was no sky to see, just angry crowds with a bone to pick with civilization. These clouds meant business. These were the Guido and Vido of the Cumuloniumbus, and we were about to lose our kneecaps.

I was taking a call at the time, so I didn't notice it getting darker and darker outside. And I don't mean dark as in "Oh, it's a bit overcast, I wonder if we shall get some rain today..." but dark as in "holy god - who killed the sun?!?!!" While I was talking prices with the lady on the other end of the line, I turned my head to the windows and my jaw dropped. It was BLACK. I stumbled over my lines and appologized; the weather outside was just too much. "I know," the lady said. "I'm out side in it!" We continued with the call and pretty soon she was all "Oh lordy - there's garbage flying around the air!" "Ma'am, could you please seek shelter? I'd really hate for you to die while I'm on the call."

Pretty soon sheets upon sheets of rain started falling from the sky. The wind was blowing so hard water was actually moving UPHILL and across the bridge. We called our drives to give them a heads up and to check out the weather in other counties. Some of them had already pulled over to the side of the road while others reported that the sirens were going off in Dakota county. Over in our little corner of the warehouse district, my co-workers were clustered around the wall of windows, watching the pea sized hail attack the city. Meanwhile, I was manning the silent phones, as far away from the windows as I could be. Despite my curriosity and love of a good rain storm, I felt uneasy standing next to windows when heavy winds were blowing. Maybe it's just from being in California where you're taught that the one place you NEVER want to be is by the windows. I know that sounds silly, but you never know when they could break, sending flying razors of death into your head.

I wasn't taking chances.

The creepiest image of the whole afternoon was that across the street from my office, an old warehouse is being converted into loft apartments. The only lights on our block were now coming from the street lamps which had turned them selves on with the growing darkness, and the lights from a few of the apartments across the street. Through the rain, you could make out the ghostly images of workers passing infront of the big glass balcony windows. It was a wee bit unsettling.

But just as soon as it started, it was over. A few spatterings of rain and some echo of thunder, but by the time I left for work, it was okay for Garth Brooks to pack up his copy of "Thunder Rolls."

Crazy summer storms. This is still new to me.
That crazy shir is coming my way too, but chances are it will break up before it gets here. I like thunder storms, I turn off everything and sit in the dark and listen to it roll in.
yes! summer storms! whenever those happen out by me, i like to stop driving, get out of the car, and boogie around. (i usually fall down a couple times, on account of my clodhood.) i love them, 'cause they're like a full night's worth of storming in ten minutes. yay for lightning!
I miss those so much. Most of the fun of them is standing by the windows and watching.
I saw that wall of dark, fury-of-nature-style clouds pass over Fargo at about 9am today. Intimidating as hell, yet they barely rained on us at all. I commented to my coworkers that, whoever eventually did get smacked by them would definitely feel it in the morning.

Seems I was right. :-)