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(Reuters) – Heavy rains, deep snowfalls, monster floods and killing droughts are signs of a “new normal” of extreme U.S. weather events fueled by climate change, scientists and government planners said on Wednesday.

“It’s a new normal and I really do think that global weirding is the best way to describe what we’re seeing,” climate scientist Katharine Hayhoe of Texas Tech University told reporters.

“We are used to certain conditions and there’s a lot going on these days that is not what we’re used to, that is outside our current frame of reference,” Hayhoe said on a conference call with other experts, organized by the non-profit Union of Concerned Scientists.


In 1578, large yellow mice poured from the skies over Bergen, Norway.

In January 1877, the prestigious Scientific American recorded a rainfall consisting of snakes that measured up to about 20 inches long in Memphis, Tennessee.

In February 1877, a yellow, flaky substance fell in Penchloch, Germany. The substance was reportedly thick, had a fragrance, and came in the shapes of arrows, coffee beans, and round discs.

In December 1974, during the course of several days it rained hard-boiled eggs over an elementary school in Berkshire, England.

In 1969, it rained flesh and blood over a large area of Brazil.

In 1989, wooden dolls with heads that were burned or cut off fell from the sky over the town of Las Pilas, Cantabria.

In 2007, it rained small frogs over Alicante, Spain; and spiders rained down in Cerro San Bernardo, Salta, Argentina. A reader of The Epoch Times took a photo of the event.


An amassment of portent gestures; Chinook panting warm dangers, a foehn pneuma, genially clement, whispering under the door. Weathers I cannot I predict, whether I cannot consent. The snow eater descends, adiabatic, fire-prone. Glancing at the kindling, I tuck the matches into my coat pocket, reminding them of this hollow safety. I heed gingerly, carrying water to the sparks, assuring them an audience of lesser smolder. This ghost of thermal conductivity, an inimical coupling.

many moods


It’s four in the morning, the end of december I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better New york is cold, but I like where I’m living There’s music on Clinton street all through the evening. I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record. Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You’d been to the station to meet every train And you came home without lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobodys wife. Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane’s awake — She sends her regards. And what can I tell you my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you I’m glad you stood in my way. If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free. Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes I thought it was there for good so I never tried. And Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear