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, and the clouds reveal their darker nature. they impose themselves before the lateafternoon sun, and the day darkens early. then a gust of wind ships the dust along the road, chill warning of what is to e.in the house a door shuts with a bang, curtains billow into the room. i rush to close the windows, empty the clothesline, secure the patio furnishings. thunder begins to grumble in the distance.the first drops of rain are huge. they splat into the dust and imprint the windows with inspanidual signatures. they plink on the vent pipe and plunk on the patio roof. leaves shudder under their weight before rebounding, and sidewalk wears a coat of shiny spots.the rhythm accelerates。 plink follows plunk faster and faster until the sound is a roll of drums and the inspanidual drops bee an army marching over fields and rooftops. now the first bolt of lightning stabs the earth. it is heavens exclamation point. the storm is here!in spite of myself, i jump at the following crack of thunder. it rattles the windowpane and sends the dog scratching to get under the bed. the next bolt is even closer. it raises the hair on the back of my neck, and i take an involuntary step away from the window.the rain now bees a torrent, flung capriciously by rising wind. together they batter the trees and level the grasses. water streams off roofs and out of rain spouts. it pounds against the window in such a steady wash that i am sightless. there is only water. how can so much fall so fast? how could the clouds have supported this vast weight? how can the earth endure beneath it?pacing through the house from window to window, i am moved to openmouthed wo