Another freak storm

The day I left my Mother's place forever, in August of 1999, a tornado hit Salt Lake City, blowing out, among other things the window in my brother's office in downtown Salt Lake City. This week, we've had three freak storms, just on this little branch of the Potomac. Just now, I'm waiting for another.

At what point do we stop calling them freaks, and just admit that this is the new reality?