A severe thunderstorm with hail swept though eastern Nebraska and into Iowa on Father’s Day. I drove from a family reunion 70 miles west of my house, back toward home late afternoon. It was sunny and 75 degrees at the family gathering. As I drove east, the temperature dropped and a rain front became visible on the eastern horizon. The storm was moving east. I followed it, believing the edge of the front was far ahead, but as I neared the last turn east toward home, I caught up with the storm. There was heavy rain intermixed with hail, beating a tattoo on the car’s roof, hood and trunk. At times I could not see to drive and pulled to the side of the road until it cleared a bit. There was no place to pull completely off the highway as there are no shoulders. I was a bit shook up after the drive, but neither the car or me suffered any serious damage.
My dog was home alone. She hates thunder and was happy to see me return.
Pickles
A week later, another big storm swept the area, dropping five inches of rain in one day, but no hail this time. It’s a wet year here, but I am fortunate to live on a hill and don’t have to worry about floods, unlike many people who live along the swollen creeks and rivers that feed the Missouri.
The low pressure systems behind all the rain storms turned into a high pressure front that ushered in, and continues to bring, excessive heat and humidity. I’m not a fan of this part of summer, but my plants and flowers are thriving as well as all the area crops.
As summer marches on, I’m taking steps toward the goal of retiring this fall, along with baby-steps toward beginning a part-time business. It feels good to see the end of the road.
LLZ Ranch 
The global weather certainly is mad atm
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