Thunder on the right

Thunder on the right, the gods must be playing 9-pins, or they're angrily like bad furniture movers. feng shueying the sky again. Neil said he played 10-pin bowling in Scotland—I've never heard of it. One and two and three... The sky flickers like a jimmied lightbulb running scared between crashing cymbals. Da hail, she come down, da hail, she come down so hard, she bounce right back up window height! Da hail, she come down so hard she bounce up and down and then she push back like a Scottish sheep! More thunder on the right, myriad car alarms howling like frenzied electronic wolves. I went outside to take photos of the hail, but it melted fast. Funny to see a hail frapuccino frothy cap atop those spurious gutter creeks on MacArthur Blvd.

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