Peo-not

It’s not exactly comforting to make it home after getting caught in a frog-drowner, only to hear the weather guy on the radio saying this was nothing like the tornado-spawning storms of last week. Just your ordinary, run-of-the-mill severe thunderstorm.
It’s hard to apply the term “run-of-the-mill” to weather that sweeps the sky from clear to black in roughly an hour. As I drove from the library to the farmers market to the greengrocer to the supermarket, the sky went from clear to hazy to gray to leaden doom. By the time I came out from the last stop, what little light was left sculpted the undersides of the clouds into huge lumpen fists. The storms last week were alarming, but at least I was viewing the spectacle from inside. Remind me in the future not to think I can drive home faster than a thunderstorm during “rush hour”.

But I will admit it was an ordinary severe thunderstorm, because it tore down the peonies. That’s perfectly normal.