I don’t know about you, but one thing I relish about summer is the thunderstorms. I love them; the louder and flashier the better.
Mind you, I never wish for damage to property or people. But the spectacle that comes with a good Midwestern thunderstorm is, in my view, nigh-unbeatable. In fact, one is rolling in as I write this, and it’s about damned time, as the region around Chicago has been bypassed by storms all weekend which have gone either north or south of us.
So if this one doesn’t perform up to spec, I may be forced to step outside and yell at the clouds.