OK, it's not a particularly short book but it is a thin one - published in my copy, in 1944 in a Penguin 'Infantry Edition' (original copyright 1941).
Not only is it not short but the publisher's description: 'A Novel', is open to debate.
Yes Storm is a work of fiction but the normal novelistic conceits, at base some sort of romantic engagement, are missing unless one accepts the relationship between the Junior Meteorologist and Maria, the nascent storm he identifies and tracks, "an incipient little whorl, come into being southeast of Japan" which provides the core of the narrative and the backbone of the 12 days (chapters) of the book.
Storm is a story of discovery and explanation not only for the reader but also, one feels, for the author. The back cover blurb explains that, "... Stewart got the idea for Storm while on vacation in Mexico ... and soon became interested in the development and movement of storm centers. Before long he was gathering data for his book by traveling about studying the effects of storms in different climate areas and at different altitudes. ...".
Maria is the subject and the heroine of the tale. Not a hurricane nor, indeed, a storm of epic proportion, her effects on the lives of millions of people and the work their leaders: the senior meteorologist, the San Francisco air traffic director, the man responsible for power distribution in that part of California, the road manager charged with keeping the traffic moving on the Donner Pass across the Rockies (he fails) and various others, have to undertake to maintain the status quo, are described in detail.
There's unsurprisingly a lot of weather here, and also a bucket-full of morality teaching wartime America that random, apparently trivial, acts may have appalling consequences. A loose plank falls off a truck and, coupled with slurry spillage, causes the death of a salesman a couple of days later. Boys shooting at electricity distribution poles have effects nearly as catastrophic; and again motorists ignoring warnings about snow chains are badly hit.
The underlying message is, 'Pay attention America, everything everyone does is important and there are people working hard to keep things going who really need your help'.
But above this (in all senses of the word), is the storm itself representing near-global interconnectedness: 'We are not an island'. Some say this is a message America has still to learn.
'Storm' by George R Stewart. In my Penguin edition, published 1944 - pp 310.