Gust Front.

Just drove to the grocery store. The sky to the north looked ugly and bruised, and by the time I finished shopping, the gust front hit.

Trees were whipping and branches were falling and at first I thought that there was a dirty brown squall line moving south, until I realized that it was the topsoil of northern Indiana farmland in the air.

Then the rain hit, nearly an inch in an hour or so, plus hail. It was pretty sporty for a bit, with the power flickering and mighty hardwoods bending. Emergency vehicle sirens could be heard everywhere. Unsurprising, since the gullywasher liquified nearly a month's worth of dirt and oil on the streets, rendering them as slick as greased glass...