There was a heavy thunderstorm, the wind snorted outside, rattling my windowpanes. That was just how it began. Over the next three days things got worse, as he pommeled us night and day,
“He?” you might object. Yes, “He.” As long as I can remember we have personified great storms. At first they were were all female but a few like Camille and Katrina were anything but ladies.
Larry had some of that some evil streak that his sisters did, but he took his anger out on a much smaller area, and considerably further north and east than his siblings. And anger it was. The tree by my house was uprooted and my garden pond overflowed across the lawn through the sheer volume of his liquid fury.
I was really wondering why he seemed to have it out for me in particular. Then my neighbour corrected me in a point of fact. “The storm’s name is Lorenzo, not Larry,” she said.
“Isn’t Larry just a familiar version of Lorenzo?” I asked.
“Well, even if it is, he didn’t seem to like it,” she said.
Prompt: There was a heavy thunderstorm, the wind snorted outside, rattling my windowpanes.