Yesterday it topped 90° here for the first time this year.
Lovely, balmy, cloud-piled "summer" day. Then about four o'clock the sky darkened slightly and a fierce gale-force wind came up out of the northwest, taking down some branches from my cottonwoods and running the tumbleweed across the prairie at very high speeds. The temperature dropped fifteen degrees and the "river of air" roared around the house like a raging river.
Then it was gone. The sun was out and the temperature began climbing again. The whole episode had taken less than ten minutes.
The plains can give new meaning to the term abrupt changes.