May 20, 2003 THE STORM It was a beautiful day and the hills were green, We were flying just like the wind. We looked ahead, and all we saw Were sun and farms and towns. We dropped into a wonderful, small valley, And began the climb back up. When we reached the summit, There was a line before us, stretching horizon to horizon. It was well defined, and blue/black in color, It brought a chill to the wind. We soon found out that a cold front it was, And things got pretty damp. Ron