Fair Chance of Rain

The NARN broadcast at the MN State Fair had its traditional wet sendoff. We always wind up with one rainy day at the Fair, and this was it. Usually the rainstorms at the fair are the warm, windy summer thunderstorms; today was more of a cold, wet, Highland drizzle giving way to a frigid downpour. It must be autumn.

Of course, the East Coast has been getting the real weather - and nobody writes about weather like Sheila, who went to the shore to watch the storm surf:

The wind was intense. The sky was grey and dramatic - it was like you could almost picture the sweeping curve of the entire storm as if you were looking at a satellite picture, only from below. You could sense the longness of the arms of the storm, the scope of it. The noise of the waves and the wind and the crashing was so loud that people had to shout to be heard. The ocean was coming across to me as a living organism, bubbling, boiling over, heaving beneath that crashing white foam. I love the ocean in all its moods, but I love it in its stormy mood the best.

Gotta confess, I feel the same way about the prairie.

Posted by Mitch at September 3, 2006 04:53 PM | TrackBack