Storming in San Francisco

So, I'm on the john reading an in depth analysis of the latest travails of Britney Spears, when sky opened and unleashed hell upon San Francisco.

We don't get to many "storms" out here--as in thunder, lightening and hail. As the first crack of thunder struck, I jumped to my feet, did the potty run from the bathroom with my pants around my ankles, and made it to the window to see across San Francisco Bay. Lightening was jumping everywhere and the windows shook as the thunder roared. A split second later, it felt like a million Palestinians who had bred with Nolan Ryan where throwing rocks at my windows. Hail was pouring out the sky.

Here some rather crude shots of the aftermath. I'd like to see Steve McQueen race down Taylor Street in his GT now: