Last Saturday, it was very hot, but the weatherman promised a cold front with showers. When it finally came, there were about two minutes of heavy, cold, refreshing winds. I heard thunder in the distance, thena crack which I thought was the start of lightning, but then there came another crack, and I thought the big pine tree, about fifty feet tall, on the hill behind our house, and within--yikes--thirty feet of it, was about to topple. But no, it turned out to be another tree, one of our neighbors', and all it did was smash their fence.
The next morning, Mike looked out the back window and saw that someone had claimed the devastation as his own.