The sky in the southeast is black, lightning spiderwebbing beneath clouds. The wind blowing toward us is hot and dry yet smells faintly of rain. The air has a distinctly electric feel to it. I don't know where this storm is going to land, but wherever it does, they're going to get whallopped good.
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