No seriously, just weather. What’s the big deal?
This photograph, acquired in February 1984 by an astronaut aboard a space shuttle, shows a series of mature thunderstorms located near the Parana River in southern Brazil. With abundant warm temperatures and moisture-laden air in this part of Brazil, large thunderstorms are commonplace. A number of overshooting tops and anvil clouds are visible at the tops of the clouds. Storms of this magnitude can drop large amounts of rainfall in a short period of time, causing flash floods. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In case yu don’t know, I live in Ohio. Ohio is where the meteorological equivalent of Dr. Moreau deposits his genetic weather freaks. No really, the weather here is some sort of crazy mutant hybrid of normal weather.
If you’ve never lived in Ohio, let me explain how the weather works here. Are you familiar with weather on an island? Where the temperature only fluctuates within 8 degrees or so, and there’s always a gentle breeze? Ohio is the opposite of that. At any given time the weather here can change as if there were someone with a magic switch somewhere. It’s like a toddler is playing with the weather controls just to see what might happen. It has rained 16 straight days here. That’s spring weather.
In between severe thunderstorms, the weather is about 85 and humid with zero clouds in the sky. Zero. Lots of harmful radiation, 145% humidity, zero clouds. It’s July. This sort of crazy spastic weather is usually reserved for the fall or spring, when the major seasons change. Not around here.
Any weather event could happen at any time. It could snow tomorrow and my general response would be ‘Would you look at that? Snow! In July! I wonder if it will stick, I don’t want to have to shovel the driveway and mow in the same week.’ This is how you should respond when the weather is fickle like a teenage girl.
All of this is why I don’t understand why people are surprised at the weather. Any time crazy weather happens, you would think we had never seen any weather, ever. I can understand why people in Atlanta, GA get a little freaked out when it snows. That doesn’t really happen down there. Why do people here have a spaz attack because it gets rainy or windy? Mind you, I am NOT referring to severe weather conditions such as, floods, tornadoes, ice storms, or anything that might hurt people. A bad thunderstorm or lots of snow does NOT mean we should go all Chicken Little running around screaming “We’re all gonna die!!!!!”
What’s the weather like where you live?(assuming you don’t live in this genetic weather lab like me)