This year's spring was briefly, if pleasurably, unseasonable in warmth before stopping short and stepping back, caught — as one year ago — in winter's stubborn pinch. After nature's weekend practical joke, we Greater Clevelanders took yesterday's bitter winds and moments of icy rain and sleet with something of a charitable consent. While cooking dinner, however, I glanced out my window and realized that this was no winter gale — it was a strange, cold summer storm. February's precipitation came down from June's cloud banks.
An hour later, a rainbow appeared for a minute or two before it was enveloped by a wide, white sheath of humor gliding along like a tornadic column.
