Here's something we've seen precious little of this month: rain, glorious rain! The actual storm lasted only a few minutes, but here's what preceded it:
The plane seen in picture 3 was the last to fly over from O'Hare before the storm hit; the passengers just missed a long boring afternoon stuck at the airport. The cloud formations leading up to the storm were unlike any i'd seen before. The main cloud bank literally rolled through looking very much like a giant celestial cigar. I have smoking on the brain today. Even though i haven't had a cigarette in 20 years or a cigar in almost 10, that cloud made me think of the hand-rolled cigars i used to buy from Mr. Culmer in Key West back in the '70s. I wouldn't mind having one now, sitting out on the back porch watching the weather roll by, slowly murdering my lungs, aahhh.... Alas, the price of virtue is, at least in my case, an occasional bout of melancholy nostalgia for vice.