Riding the Storms
Maybe it’s just a symptom of my weakness for valkyries and storm gods – but I’m rarely as happy as when I’m getting pelted by rain and the whole world is shaking with thunderclaps.
In Nowheresville, Indiana in the middle of the day getting swamped by near tornado winds and hail. Trees were blown all over the highway and signs were down for miles.
On I-94 heading to the Detroit Zoo for a trip that was ultimately aborted and exchanged for some BBQ at Slow’s in the shadow of the Michigan Central Station. I remain convinced that this truck was carrying zombie-producing chemicals.
Betty likes the rain too. Predictably.
