The summer thunderstorm rolled over Manhattan like an invading army. It had been sunny all day, the air thick with smog and heat. Then the high hammerhead clouds rose like tanks on the horizon, the wind picked up, fat drops of rain fell like bullets. I watched from my office window as the clouds calmed into the stillness of a June night, as the air took on a new, dry clarity.
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