A story about... A Storm © 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab	NAHOYA	MARG	BRYCE & CHRISTINE
				CHRISTINE & BRYCE
			BRYCE	MARG & CHRISTINE
				CHRISTINE & MARG
			CHRISTINE	MARG & BRYCE
				BRYCE & MARG

You'd be moody too, grumbled the storm to itself, if all you heard all day were complaints about how they wished it would stop raining. Well, he'd been there, and he'd seen it--places where it had stopped raining. Granted, he could never stay for long... places like that were damned unpleasant, and the winds there were exceedingly unfriendly! Still, sometimes he'd wander off course too close to a desert, and the dry hot barrenness just made him want to bawl. Which never did any good, of course, since the aforementioned unfriendly winds stole his lifegiving tears away long before they reached the needy ground. So he just wished people would stop griping. He was doing them a favor, for goodness' sake!!!