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

Darned ungrateful, they were. So he decided to go where there weren't any people around, in order to pour out his rain where it wouldn't be scorned. The storm headed out to sea.

The sea liked the storm. It tossed up waves to meet the rain as it fell. It rolled and splashed under the wind. The storm's lightning reflected in its heaving surface. The storm enjoyed this appreciation. Why can't the land be more like the sea, it thought.

It then remembered a line from the musical, "My Fair Lady" which went, "Why can't a woman be like a man?" and the storm supposed that the sea needed the land to define its borders and tides. Without the land it would have nothing of contrast. There would just be a sameness.

So the storm spent itself in the sea in a glory of wind and lightning, then collected back its moisture and returned to land. It realized that, while the sea was a mighty good time, it was the land that needed its moisture. Land from which it could bring forth life and wreak its greatest work.

Screw the inhabitants. Days at the beach gave them skin cancer anyway.