Weather or Not

Climate Change, that crazy cousin of Mother Nature, has been dancing around the edges between winter and spring for weeks now. He is like a precocious child that has been given a wind machine and an air heater and he viciously flies up and down the coast raising the air temps on one side and then running up the wind machine from across the farmlands on the other pushing the colder air into a fight with the warmer air.

Then when he gets a good thing going he sits back and laughs at the wet lightning battle. 

We watched wide-eyed as 100 foot trees were flung back and forth and the smaller branches ripped from their hold to be flung into the air like crazy missiles.  We frowned as the river climbed high over the dock and pushed its way up the stone path toward the lawn.  We watched the sky turn angry charcoal as the sun began to set.

The rain that was released was nasty and flooded roads and lawns.  The lightning was frightening forcing all the creatures into shelters as the dark approached.  We sheltered down in the basement sitting near the storage room which is solid concrete block on two sides as the land line and cell phones rang over again and again and the TV sirens went off warning tornadoes were on there way.  Fortunately few touched down and none near us.

It was over in less than an hour and the Climate Change cousin got bored with the game and decided to fly over the Atlantic and play with the big boats.