The wind is in a petulant mood, whipping dust up from the crevices of a railroad overpass downtown. Pedestrians have an urgency in their step that belies the bright blue skies.
The reason can be seen off to the northwest – clouds the color of a deep bruise are rolling toward the metropolis, and no amount of wishing can keep them away. In a matter of minutes, the heavens are weeping. The storm has arrived.