It is a dark and stormy night.
The kids are out trick-or-treating with rain streaming off the sides of their umbrellas.
Mr. Cool is dressed like M.C. Hammer (of course) and refuses to don a coat. It might cramp his style. I ask myself, Would marching around like that in the rain even be WORTH it, for a fun-size Snickers? I doubt it. There’s only one letter’s difference between T-R-E-A-T and T-H-R-E-A-T, I muse.
I recline on the sofa with an Agatha Christie novel. Perfect! Although my front door waits, brightly lit, for any spooks brave enough to climb up our driveway in the rain, the bell hasn’t yet rung. The house is deathly still.
* * * * *
It was a dark and stormy night.
But then the rain dried up, the kids were warm, the house was full of laughter and shrieks. Jeff put up the decorations I forgot. We gave out all our candy to a record number of trick-or-treaters. Our kids came home happily laden with copious amounts of sugar. They also brought home dozens of friends to play games and watch movies afterward. Who would have guessed?
See how quickly even the darkest night and dreariest storm can turn itself around?
—A life lesson, to be sure.