This is an image of Babson Island yesterday at about 3:30 p.m., a few minutes before it disappeared. The temperature was a remarkable 50 degrees (F) then, but the increasing wind already was up to 16 miles per hour with gusts of 28 – early warnings sweeping up the field to us.
We can see the storm clouds forming into squadrons. A few hours later, they delivered a ferocious bombardment of wind and rain that lasted all night. (Such meteorological viciousness seems to be an increasing retaliation as we continue to befoul our own atmosphere.)
As we speak this morning, however, the declining temperature is down to a more seasonal 37 degrees and the wind is dying. It’s raining, but nothing like the forces unleashed last night.
(Brooklin, Maine)