The sky let loose at noon. Buckets of rain descended from the heavens.
Napping was only partially successful as thick rain drops ricocheted off a metal roof.
Is this the calm before the snow? A tiny spot of sunshine before night fell.
It's the end of the hemlocks as we know it. They began falling in earnest a few weeks ago. Today's winds moved things along and the real wind in the diagnosis has yet to arrive. It's coming in with the cold.
What will the world look like in the morning? Will it still be here or covered in a layer of frozen ash?
All I know is I won't be working tomorrow. I'll decide what I want to do for the end of the world when I get up in the morning.