From: b.scott@csuohio.edu   
      
   On Sun, 5 Oct 2014 17:10:07 -0700 (PDT), "J.Pascal"   
    wrote in   
      
   in rec.arts.sf.composition:   
      
   [...]   
      
   > In Minnesota there were summer thunderstorms that blew   
   > through... slower than the desert and more often, but you   
   > certainly could see them coming and plan accordingly.   
      
   Speaking of seeing things coming through: I still remember   
   Hurricane Carol in 1954: when the leading edge of the real   
   downpour came through Amherst, Mass., it looked like a solid   
   wall of water marching slowly across our back yard.   
      
   > Bay Area of California in the Winter was often drizzle,   
   > seldom a downpour, and I think that I heard thunder twice   
   > in the 10 years I lived there.  [...]   
      
   And at least in Berkeley it was bloody raw, even when the   
   temperature wasn’t actually all that low.  And we won’t talk   
   about the mud flats.   
      
   Brian   
   --   
   It was the neap tide, when the baga venture out of their   
   holes to root for sandtatties.  The waves whispered   
   rhythmically over the packed sand: haggisss, haggisss,   
   haggisss.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
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