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  • On Saturday, the world raged as cold front met warm front, and the skies fell. Rain pounded. Hail pounded. A tornado touched down a friend who is terrified of thunderstorms realized she liked them better from inside her car because she couldn't focus on much besides the mechanics of driving, the logistics of driving, the technical side of getting from point A to point B with inclement weather.

    Of course, then, she couldn't get into Point B because the power was out. The garage door wouldn't lift, and she didn't have keys to her front door. She had her car. She had a garage door opener. That was how she planned to get in her house.

    On Saturday, the world raged, but I missed it.

    The sky started to fall in fat splattering drops just as I walked through the doors of the DC Armory, early for my shift. I meant to volunteer an event for a bit, but last-minute shifts in the schedule meant I went early and stayed late as girls skated, my friends watched, and the sky beat a tattoo on the arching roof. When I left, it was done.

    The summery temperatures had washed away in the rain. Winter returned for a last, chilling breath. A puff of condensed air. And I worried a bit about the trees that had started to bloom, the blossoms that came much too early. I worried a bit that they wouldn't survive the hail, the cold, the pounding rain, but as it turned out, spring soldiered on.

    As it turns out, we all do.
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