It is located in Northeast Ohio on Lake Erie at the mouth of the Black River, about 25 miles (40 km) west of Cleveland.

[11] After moving east over Lake Erie for several miles, the tornado then struck Lorain, killing 72.

Among the dead were 15 people inside a collapsed theater, which makes it the worst tornado-related death toll from a single building in Ohio.

Eight people were also killed inside the Bath House near the location where the tornado came onshore.

[18] but higher than neighboring Elyria's 22.2%[19] CenturyTel of Ohio is based in Lorain.

[21] The Fire Fish Festival is an annual event every September 21st in downtown Lorain.

To support the independent artists and celebrating Lorain’s heritage while giving hope for the future.

The park was established in 1917 under Mayor Leonard M. Moore as a way of providing more publicly-accessible space on the lakefront.

The park features a beach, rose garden, various recreational facilities, bathhouse, concession stand, several gazebos and picnic shelters, and lawn bowling.

Traditionally, families in Lorain, in celebration of Easter, take an annual photo at the basket.

[27] The Lorain municipal government is a Mayor-Council structure, and operates as a statutory city under the laws and regulations set by the Ohio Constitution, making it one of the largest Ohio cities to operate without a charter.

[28] Politics in the city have traditionally been closely tied to the local Democratic Party.

[35] Lorain is the city of license for CW station WUAB, channel 43, which has its studios and offices in Cleveland along with Shaker Heights-licensed WOIO.

Lorain primarily has a local street network with four state highways maintained by the Ohio Department of Transportation and one U.S. route.

Norfolk Southern Railway operates a freight railroad running parallel to the Lake Erie shoreline.

Lorain is the setting for Lorain-born Toni Morrison's first novel, The Bluest Eye,[40] where she writes:In that young and growing Ohio town whose side streets, even, were paved with concrete, which sat on the edge of a calm blue lake, which boasted an affinity with Oberlin, the underground railroad station, just thirteen miles away, this melting pot on the lip of America facing the cold but receptive Canada—What could go wrong?