Sadly, Kate failed to come a-lickin'. Oh well, we move on. It stormed quite a bit last night. A great big authentic St. Louis thunderstorm. The menacing clouds arrived in the late afternoon, filtering all available light to a pale gray-green. The effect is very cinematic, the houses start to look like they're in the Matrix. After a few fits of showers, the real torrent started. The typhoon portion of the evening didn't last long, though it was around long enough to knock out the power.

There are many bad things to say about suburbs. In mine, however, there are quite a few large trees which serve to create the appearance of a forest. It can be quite lovely in that respect, although the trees do to cause problems with the powerlines, I suppose. Laying in bed, listening to the rain subside, I could hear a saw being used far away.

When the worst of the storm had passed, I went outside to have a cigarette and look for frogs. When the wind blew, the rain collected in the trees' leaves shook loose, and came down with such a clamor that it sounded like a full storm. No frogs, unfortunately.