The day before yesterday, the NWS was issuing dire warnings about a "strong cold front" headed our way. Thunderstorms! 1-inch hailstones! Half-an-inch to an inch of rain! The temperature would drop from 96 degrees to 83 degrees!
I went and bought a six-pack of beer yesterday and prepared to settle in on the front porch to watch the glorious rain, only to see the line of precipitation disintegrate over the dead, dusty corn fields of southern Illinois. Not a drop fell here, and it was still in the high nineties at Roseholme as the sun went down.
I hope the National Weather Service dies in a crotch fire.