Last Friday, Husband and I left Jamestown, ND after playing hand bells at an Eastern Star convention. (That is a post in itself! ) We left about 7:00 pm. It was still pretty light, as far north as we are. By 8:00 we ran into the worst rain storm I have encountered on the road. We could see the storm coming for miles, a rotating cloud of blue black, with white wind clouds on the fringe, threatening hail. We learned later that the wind was blowing at 70 mph in this storm. The storm hit with a hard punch, and the rain was torrential. I pulled over and put my emergency flashers on, since I couldn’t see the road, anything that was in front of me, or any exit from the interstate. It took a good 20 minutes for the storm to diminish and for us to cautiously proceed on our way home. I found I was only 20 yards from an exit, but it was obscured by the rain and wind. We saw a pickup and trailer in the ditch not far from where we pulled over. There was no hail, I am happy to report.
We have lived with the wind for 30 years out here. It is a force to contend with. Our house is perpetually dusty. On Saturday, the wind blew steadily at 35 mph with gusts up to 45. The tomato and pepper plants tossed all day. They were wind whipped and twisted. They amazingly recover every time this happens. We chose to stay indoors and dust and clean. It was so unpleasant to even step outdoors. One of my secretaries said they were branding calves on Saturday and they had to close the barn door because the wind was blowing dust all over the food for the people helping them.
The wind finally died down on Saturday night. It was such a relief. Sunday was calm, and we watered and recovered from the gusts of the days before. In Giants In the Earth, Rolvaag writes of women going mad with the wind in Eastern South Dakota. I can relate to them.
Tell about memorable storms. Tell about stories and poems of the wind.