Was working late today when the roof on the office building began rumbling. At first it was just a few thumps, then more, more and way more ... until the hailstones pounding the ceiling sounded like a full-tilt boogie drum solo.
At the first break in the torrent of rain and hail, I ran out to the parking lot to leave. The place awas littered with almost golf ball sized hail stones.
This weird cloud was rotating as it passed overhead.
You can't see it very well in this cellphone camera image, but there were a couple of twisty clouds inside that dusty wedge. One of them turned downward and became a tornado about five minutes and three miles or so east and north of this.
Maybe this is Nature's way of saying, enough is enough. Come home and work on the blog instead.