by Tomorrow's Man
April 13, 2006
No hyperbole, no poetry, just simple Nature: there is nothing that looks, feels, or smells more beautiful than a harbinger summer storm, all attitude despite a still cold jet stream, cranking its one-hit-wonder ass across this Northern state in mid-April.
Fourteen Seconds of Hail -- if there's better truth in a punk rock song, I don't know it.