Then, on the way home from work, not only were the skies that strange clue color, but The Prophecies came true and the Yellow Sky Demon came out. For once, the locals did not panic. Maybe they were numb.
By the time Mrs. Drang came home from work, the skies were their normal overcast--of course, the Yellow Sky Demon had long since tired of toying with us, and had crawled back into his cavern--and it had started rain/snowing again.
Then the Yellow Sky Demon belched at us from his cave. He may have been hiding, but the sound was amplified by the topography. Some pedant said that it was only thunder and lightning, but we rarely get these things here even in spring and summer, let alone winter.
Some say that we have angered the acolytes of the great prophet Gore, and are being punished. Others point out that the Goracle admitted to only being in it for the money and power, and getting his chakras released, so WTF, BBQ?
This morning the skies are once again gloo, the streets look like sheet ice, the lawn is still covered with