If it gets any hotter, I might be in danger of spontaneous combustion. Or would be, if the air wasn't so much like soup.

I should mow the lawn today, but the sky looks like rain. But then, it's looked like that all day and hasn't rained yet.

There's a storm on the horizon. That's not a metaphor. My friend Sky looks like he's going to cry all over me today.

Guys: do not put your PDA in your underwear to protect the expensive leather case while you run to the car in the rain. Bad idea, FYI.

The sky looks very forbidding out on the horizon. Mother Nature is bringing her own fireworks.

Storm sirens! Run for your lives, we're all gonna die! (Pfft. Whatever.)

It's really, really windy out. Small children and old ladies are being carried off.

FYI: sandals + a little powder to keep the soles of your feet cool and dry + getting caught in a downpour = sandals full of dough

The Bunny's ass is really hot. I know this because she's sound asleep with a fan pointed directly at her bum.

Some storm that was. Overcast and breezy for a few hours. No rain, no thunder, no tornados.