Really, it was an evening like any other New York evening. Then when thunder cracked the lightning which followed took place in a countdown of no more (no less) than a total of five. A burst of water came rushing down in a roar forming what looked like a wall of vertical rivers which, of course, appeared to converge in a torrent of ocean and then—then he had dipped in toward her—and—kissed her. Mouth wide open, eyes shut tight.
