We were driving home from an expedition -- had been warm-to-hot, very humid. The sozlet fell asleep in the car just before we got home, so I drove around a bit longer to make sure she was totally asleep. (Otherwise she'd wake up when I tried to get her out of the car.) There was suddenly this air of urgency -- a couple of kids on bikes who had just been standing around suddenly zoomed off, a man and a woman ran into their house. I looked in the rearview and the sky was black
. Then all of a sudden everything got very dark, had to turn my lights on to see the dash. And then a torrent of great big fat drops, and then little pingy bouncy hail. Hightailed it home, parked the car in the garage, ran in and got the New Yorker and read it while the sozlet slept. After a while the rain abated and I tried to bring her in. (Still didn't work, though -- she woke up, I picked her up again, she snuggled in, and is now asleep on my shoulder. I'm typing v e r y s l o w l y.