What I wouldn't give for a cracking good Chicago-style thunderstorm some days.
When we lived in Nebraska, I can remember climbing up on the roof with my little sister and my father, to watch tornadoes whiz by on the horizon. I remember tornado drills in our Midwest schools, and learning that the bathtub with a mattress over your head was the place to go when the sky turned green and everything went still.
We had a "tornado" a few years ago here that ripped the roof off our porch and downed trees for miles around. Back home in the Midwest, we would have referred to it as a gale. :)
The day my daughter was born, there was a big black crackly thunderbolts & lightning storm in Lund. A sign from God or pure coincidence?
*If you don't count the appearance of most of the TV anchors. Get a comb!