Some can feel the rain approach in their joints. Others might get a sudden headache. Others still might smell it, a faint trail of electric ozone in the air. Verily could feel it on her skin, particularly on her arms and the back of her neck. The hairs would stand up like they were calling to the lightning itself. This little ability had saved her and her family more than once because she always felt it with a few hours to spare. Even as a baby, her mother would look for the telltale hairs on Verily’s arms and rush everyone inside before the summer storm.
This summer would be a difficult one. Verily could already feel it, though she could not say it. It would have rolling, heavy storms with thunder that would shake their home, and in each one was the ever-present threat of it.
itA harsh
