Earlier tonight, the sky turned menacing.
Not more rain! We could hear the heavy machines still working down below on the damage from the last storm (Irene.)
Soon water rifled the sky, punctuated by a couple of huge booms.
The distant growl of machinery cut off; men shouted. Inside the house, the dog stepped from her small bed, tail down.
As suddenly, it stopped.
Inside, the dog lay down. Outside, an afterglow of storm lit up the grass, the trees, the sky, even my socks.
Not just my socks.
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