Awake in the middle of the night, I read further in Meredith's STORM. The J.M. (junior meteorologist) is no longer so dismissive of the Old Master (the retired meteorologist), while the Chief still hesitates to make an official prediction of rain, which will throw California's economic activity a giant curve ball. Meanwhile, out in the Pacific, one ship has lost a crewman plowing through the gales. The storm is the book's central character, all the human beings supporting cast, from the weather room personnel to the men on ships and planes and road crews to individuals here and there in every walk of life, all going about their daily lives with no suspicion of what's coming. Whatever is coming next here, we're having a second day of beautiful sunshine today, making the colors sing.
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