Some thoughts on the ugly gift a severe thunderstorm can give.
Whenever a severe thunderstorm is roaring over the apartment building I live in, my ears prick in anticipation of a certain sound that can get mixed with the noise of rain drumming on the roof and walls like it was pouring out of a fire hose. Whenever the storm begins to fade and I still have not heard it, I am relieved, because the sound of hail has not come.
