Weather comes quickly in Chicago. Here, it lingers over the ocean, one big mass of clouds and rain, and it comes slowly, sweeping over the land with a roar and a dousing. But in the midwest, storms form overhead, boil over, push themselves up and over and swoop down on the cities and the plains. They rip through with little warning, high and low pressures clashing and putting on a show. Winds can’t decide their directions, rain pelts down and electric bolts of lightning flash between high rises.
It’s beautiful and frightening and oh so amazing.