Here it is almost the end of April and still no storms. We are in the midst of a drouth. We need rain badly. Not only are there no storms to chase but the High Plains is becoming a tinder-box, ready to explode with range fires caused by any careless smoker who carelessly heaves a lit cigarette out a window.
Although it may seem strange, the severe weather season is our saving grace. Sure it brings large hail and damaging tornados, but the rain will make the plains born again green.
Blue skies are making us see red, as in red alert high fire danger.
Pray for rain!