Every year hundreds of Iowan's suffer at the hands of spring and summer storms, so there is a bit of hesitation in my hands when I write how much I miss the storms of the midwest. Sure we have clouds here in the PNW, lots of them, daily it seems at times, but nothing like those that approach ominously back in IA. I remember fondly the times when I could literally see a wall of rain approaching, and the crackle of lighted skies. And the clouds, what clouds, what imaginative imaginings have been sparked by such clouds. So with an understanding that many lives have been adversely affected by such storms, I celebrate them at the same time.
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