Nowadays this information can be pulled up on a cell phone but no one talks about the weather like a farmer. I have decided I do like to think about weather. I listen to a farmer talk of thunderstorms topping out (rain), or downdraft air hitting the ground, pushing out heat and moisture, lifting up into the smaller clouds ahead of the main storm, or how the storm feeds on itself. I know my cousin walks outside to look at the clouds to see if they are building up and where. Is it in the east? In Mississippi rain seldom comes from that direction—or the north, west, or south? But regardless of the dramatic and concrete language of storms, nobody wants to suffer through them. I was not a witness to the derecho, but Mel Jones who had planned to spend her vacation writing, did experience the destructive winds. She blogs about her experience living through the derecho and its aftermath.
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