Chapter SixDuring the twelve minutes it’s taken to run inside the building, collect Jess and her belongings, and watch her give goodbye hugs to every child and teacher still there, the sky has managed to progress from your average, lazy prelude to a late-summer storm, to a pissed off collection of cumulonimbus clouds, all straight-jacketed in rage and wrath, and threatening an apocalyptic-like end to rush hour traffic.
The first few raindrops smack the pavement loudly as I buckle Jess in her carseat, immediately bringing with it the pungent smell of rain mixed with asphalt and the ever-present cow manure. As a kid, I was annoyed, and sometimes fearful, when a summer storm would approach. The daytime storms would simply annoy me because the lifeguard had to clear the pool for everyone’s sa
