The rain yesterday: The windshield wipers couldn't swipe fast enough to keep the windshield clear. And the streets filled with treacherous mega-puddles/micro-lakes, the sort you can't tell how deep they are until you're in the middle, the sort that once you enter you'd better not stop because the wake of your front bumper is the only thing keeping your engine from flooding and dying. And the wind yesterday: I came home to find two potted irises from my balcony toppled and smashed. (One had plunged over the edge and shattered dramatically on the ground below.) And the chairs had skewed all topsy turvy. A broken branch lay in the yard.
The whole business came on fast and furious, lasted an hour, and then was gone.