We're getting our first spring storm front of the year, with wall-to-wall rain for the last 24 hours or so. Louis XV must have died, for we now have le deluge.
The old wives tail is that the sound of thunder is angels bowling. An evening thunderstorm is thus "league night at Gabriel Lanes" in my parlance. Thus, this conversation this morning as a line of thunderstorms headed just north of us.
"Looks like it's open bowling at Gabriel Lanes up in Houghton Lake."
"Isn't a bit early for open bowling?"
"Well, you've got angels coming off the night shift looking for stuff to do."
Which begs for this oldie-