“Why the hell is it so dark? It’s only eleven in the morning!” I exclaimed.
“It looks like there’s a storm coming.”
“No, it’s my fault” I said. “I should have fixed the damn porch light yesterday.”
“Why the hell are my clothes so wet?! Did you pour water on me?”
“Charlotte, it’s raining.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I replied. “And don’t do it again.”
“Hey!” I shouted above the horrible noise, “don’t be scared, but someone is shooting at us! We need to go to a safe location and wait until they leave!”
“I think that’s just thunder you’re hearing,” you said reasonably.
I looked at you. You poor, poor, stupid thing. I know what thunder sounds like, and I know for certain that this is not thunder.
This was ridiculous, what the hell was going on? I couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, and was shivering cold. Something was very, very wrong with no logical explanation.
I thought, maybe, that this was the world ending. No, I was certain of it.