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We get that here, too. But the first time I recall noticing weather like that was a family trip to Florida. Don’t recall for sure but I think I was 11 or 12. The road was somewhat straight but had had a bend every mile or so. Our side of the road was in sunshine, with no water except what splashed across the double yellow lines (should have been ticketed). From those lines on to our left was a torrential downpour under thick, dark clouds. 50+ years later, I can still see it in all its panoramic HD glory. Smell it, too.
 
As a kid, I would sometimes be out when a front rolled in and watch the wall of downpour crossing the field I was standing in. I was going to get cooled off and wet, and it was a straight line of when. It was dead calm and hot and humid, then cold and wet and blowing. When it had blown through, it would be fresh and warm and clear. Each one had a smell to go with it.
 
We get that here, too. But the first time I recall noticing weather like that was a family trip to Florida. Don’t recall for sure but I think I was 11 or 12. The road was somewhat straight but had had a bend every mile or so. Our side of the road was in sunshine, with no water except what splashed across the double yellow lines (should have been ticketed). From those lines on to our left was a torrential downpour under thick, dark clouds. 50+ years later, I can still see it in all its panoramic HD glory. Smell it, too.

Miss the ozone smell just before a big storm...
 
As a kid, I would sometimes be out when a front rolled in and watch the wall of downpour crossing the field I was standing in. I was going to get cooled off and wet, and it was a straight line of when. It was dead calm and hot and humid, then cold and wet and blowing. When it had blown through, it would be fresh and warm and clear. Each one had a smell to go with it.

As kids we'd sit on our porch and count the seconds between lightning bolts to thunderclaps in that warm ozone air...
 
And the thunderclaps. That and lightening bugs are among the few things I miss about Ohio.

I doubt that I could ever return to the midwest, for many reasons. But lightning bugs, cicada's, the ozone smell, riding a bike in warm rain... there's just some things that remain in my nostalgic file under "midwest".
 
do tell -

Back in the day opened the door to leave the house and thought 'weird light innit' just as lightning struck the tiny park across the street. Every year we have multiple close strikes -- you hear them coming, with the flash and the bang getting closer together until they are simultaneous.
 
As a kid, I would sometimes be out when a front rolled in and watch the wall of downpour crossing the field I was standing in. I was going to get cooled off and wet, and it was a straight line of when. It was dead calm and hot and humid, then cold and wet and blowing. When it had blown through, it would be fresh and warm and clear. Each one had a smell to go with it.
Here, instead of cooling things down, it becomes a sauna.
 
As a kid, I would sometimes be out when a front rolled in and watch the wall of downpour crossing the field I was standing in. I was going to get cooled off and wet, and it was a straight line of when. It was dead calm and hot and humid, then cold and wet and blowing. When it had blown through, it would be fresh and warm and clear. Each one had a smell to go with it.
Same for me but in the desert. Unless it was a thunderstorm; there was nothing tall anywhere so lightning hit everywhere and I had to go in, but only once it got really close.

Dust storms, too.