When the storms come, it is usually without recognizable warnings. The wind kicks up quick and the clouds burst malevolent buckets of rain. Thunder booms uncontrollably and lightning strikes everywhere more than once. Tepid air becomes heavy making breathing difficult. Without the necessary oxygen getting where it needs to, all sorts of misfires and brown-outs start to occur.
Riding the storm out in a padded shelter is not an option. The light still needs to be on in the lighthouse, the pantry needs to be stocked and the hatches won’t batten themselves. There’s isn’t an umbrella big enough to protect everyone and I can never find my raincoat in time.
So, I end up drenched, buckled-over and pissed off.
All before the actual rain begins to fall…