The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. --Ecclesiastes 1:6
On the ten o'clock news the weather man reported that our county and the neighboring county were under a severe thunderstorm warning until four ayem.
Then he went on and on (as meteorologists so often do) about how unusual it is for a TSW to be issued in this part of the country; that it is frequent in the Midwest (big news there) but as he said, unusual here.
Went to bed and went to sleep. Just before three as I rolled over to steal a bit of the sheet, I thought I saw a flash of lightning. Several seconds later I heard the rumble of thunder in the distance.
Presently, another flash. One, one thousand, two, one thousand, three, one thousand...
After eight seconds, thunder. This was repeated several times and I determined that at no time was the lightning anywhere nearby.
After while, the patter, patter of raindrops on the roof. Never hard enough to be even remotely close to a deluge, but it was rain. And then the wind turned around and came back on us.
Then I had to put a blanket over the sheet. Then when I arose at seven, I turned on the furnace. And the wind still blows, stirring the drizzle around as it descends.