The heavens were torn asunder, rent open by flashes of lightning and pursuant rumbles of thunder. Rain fell gently at first, then came down hard, big drops pelting the streets and the windows and the cars driving by. Traffic slowed to a crawl, even on the major thoroughfares, as the sheets of drops obscured the car in front of you, though they were only eight feet apart. Impromptu rivers flowed through the streets, following the path of least resistance downhill toward the storm drains or the rivers.
And then it was gone. The lightning, invisible, but the thunder heard drifting into the distance like a bad dream. The air, once warm and sticky like cooked rice, is now pleasant and fresh, like a bowl of strawberries. Cooler now? Yes. Just a bit.
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