MAGIC IN THE SKY
Maybe it was a dream. I’ll use Snoopy’s basic open to the novel he never got published:
“It was a dark and stormy night …”.
The forecast had warned of an approaching tropical storm. It started in the single-digit hours with distant rolls of thunder that growled like the onset of an upset stomach. Dim flashes of lightning crept past the window curtains and slowly increased in frequency and brightness. Thick raindrops began to hit the roof, first, one at a time and then the growing multitude merged into a steady attack that mimicked a Keith
