August 6, 2002
The sun disappeared behind the rushing blackness. Several mile wide columns of rain were rushing towards the house. My daughter was out there somewhere, across town in that torrent. Newscasters were telling everyone to stay in their houses, not just in their houses, but in the centers of said houses. Headlights slowly filled the driveway. She had managed to avoid all washes, dips, and flooded intersections to make it safely home from her shopping trip. Water, daughter, and shopping bags poured through the door. Towels and a fashion show chased off the remaining rain. It's always sunny in her world.