weather or not you like it….

Flashlight beams shot across the roof at harsh angles.  The air smelled damp and Ann moved fast towards the techs.  “Get some photos, fellas. It smells like rain.”

“There she goes again,” Fry bellowed, “the department weather predictor.”  

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