“The Long Rain,” Ray Bradbury
For those of you who’ll be spending most of the hurricane time with your noses pressed against the window, watching cars and cows fly by, here’s an excellent science fiction short story for your few free minutes. It begins: “The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle, a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes. It shrank men’s hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped.” Now if only we too could find a Sun Dome to protect us from the elements.