Snap, Crackle. Pop

There's a thunder storm mid afternoon. It's cold and water pours from the sky. I go to the Warehouse to look for a boogie board. Swimming starts on December 1st. Meanwhile the storm spends itself. I drive to College Ave and tidy up more of the garden. The plants are shooting up and blooming, so are the weeds. About 7pm there's a crackling sound- the wet polystyrene sounds like rice bubbles with milk poured over them.