That was some storm, wasn't it? The winds that churned the water into a white froth, the walls of rain so thick that we couldn't see across the lake, the hail.
And, not to be forgottrn, the mighty lightning and thunder. One spot, a few miles away, just to the south of west, took a half dozen hits. We listened to the different cadences of the thunder - booming, rolling, sharp,machine gun.
The main cell passed over us from the northwest in fiften minutes, but other cells drifted slowly north and south, for close to an hour. Marley huddled under the table on the porch while we had our supper, shaking.
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