It didn’t come with a massive temper tantrum that rips whole houses off their foundations. No lightning strikes, no massive blasts of thunder, no counting the seconds between to see how many miles away the eye of the storm was and how safe one might hope to be from falling poplar limbs a hundred feet above the house.
Just the sky weeping ever so very gently.
I got one, count’em, one, raindrop on me while going to fetch the paper.
Well, now. Can I stand the excitement.
