And then, as we were 45 minutes out of St. Louis, the sky asploded with demons raining forth cold mists from the depths of the clouds. A fucking downpour, some Opeth, the radio news while we hoped not to get hit with baseball size hail. And the realization that if we didn't keep going, we were going to meet a tornado. If we had left any later... we would have been in a world of hurt... so the story goes.