We had a huge storm last night in two stages: first, the dust portion and then the rain, thunder, and lightning combo. I might add there was a third stage, which is when the electricity went out.
You know the routine. Candles were lit, flashlights found, and a few of the latter surprisingly worked. [Old joke: A flashlight is a place to store dead batteries.] We opened the living room shutters and watched as the storm raged and our street turned into a little river. Our son came by and we sat, talked, and considered the serious necessity - call it a duty - of eating the ice cream before it melted.
After around two hours, the lights came back on. That was nice, but in a way, it was also a shame, and I don't mean because of the ice cream.
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