This Friday, let us contemplate the implacability of Mother Nature. We endure, we resist but weather just happens. Or does it? You have 100 words to explore.

I’ll start with a story —

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“Mom?”

Sighing, I take my foot off the pedal. Flat fell seams take concentration and now this! Alex is at the window, pointing.

I look out into a gathering dark, the sky roiling like a hurricane tossed sea. The neighbors have left their homes, standing in the street. Some are clutching each other, sobbing. Some have fallen to their knees, eyes fixed on a sky that punches down towards them dancing with silvered flame.

I cross and open the back door. She stands rapt; arms spread wide, her hair whipping in the vortex.

“Young lady! Didn’t we discuss this yesterday?”

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Now, it is your turn.
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