But, as we often see against some storm
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region.
—William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Summer storms in Michigan approach “anon the thunder.”
I’ve been outside when some of those storms come rolling in . . . impressive and scary all at once!
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