October 4, 2006
It was still dark when the storm started. The skies opened, releasing bright sheets of rain. The rain fell so heavily on the skylights that we couldn't hear each other speak. The dog, sensing what was to come, hid. Soon the thunder of the rain was joined by real thunder, and lightning lightened the darkness. The storm seemed to be right overhead, the thunder, rain, and lightning in a frantic confluence of electric intensity. It ended as suddenly as it began, and looking at the blue sky left in its wake, I wondered if I had imagined the whole thing.