nothing runs like a deere

Innocent looking clouds gather on the great plains. They form an angry mob and race across the Mississippi River, gaining speed and bearing down on the open farmland. When I was a kid people in the country did not take storms lightly. My uncle would unplug all electrical appliances and we would sit in the parlor of the farmhouse and wait for the storm to pass. This farmer races the John Deere back to the barn before the storm hits.