Days and days of cold rain and gray skies have made for a soggy, sad spring in Chicago. You’ve grumbled about it. Especially if you went to an early Cubs or Sox game and shivered in the stands. Baseball mediocrity is magnified when it’s 42 degrees and drizzling.
We all got some perspective about that this week. We, and the rest of the nation, also got a humbling lesson in the power of nature. Chicagoans, count your blessings. It has been a soggy spring, but a safe one here.
Nothing like the dozens of tornadoes that rampaged across the Deep South on Wednesday like relentless waves of infantry soldiers, killing hundreds of people in seven states.
“It hit and hit and hit,” said Tribune cartoonist Scott Stantis, who is visiting Birmingham, Ala., this week. “People here are stunned. Having tornadoes here is not new. This was something very different.”
While the Deep South recovers, communities in southern Illinois and others along the Mississippi and Ohio rivers try to cope with rising floodwaters produced by heavy rain in recent weeks.
A cold, soggy spring in Chicago? We’ll take it and be glad.
