Just as I was sitting down to write the above piece, there was a huge crack of thunder and a previously unannounced overcast day rolled in and began drenching the countryside. I finished my sentence and made a mad dash outside to roll up my windows.
It was thick. The first thing that might actually count as a “thunderstorm” here in Massachusetts. This gave me even further haste and put wings to my feet as I was sprinting to save my unprotected car.
And the amazing thing is, when I go there, all windows were tightly sealed. I rolled them up after dropping Valerie off at the station.
(And you people wonder why I keep my hands clean of everything “practical”…)
[ps. Said “above piece” is currently on hold pending imminent Greek homework.]