First I met an Arthur, actually an Arturo, who caused trouble in my life.
Then I met Arthur. No, Arthur is not an person, he, she or it is a storm that invaded Boston a couple of days ago. And invade he/she/it did. There were the warnings. There was talk of rain, lots of rain. But Arthur left us alone for the duration of the fireworks. Actually until after the fireworks, when I saw something that I have never seen in my entire life.
I’m standing on Main Street in Cambridge and off in the distance, there is a mass of rain off in the distance. For some reason, I didn’t think this mass of rain would reach me. That was kind of a stupid thought because it did quickly reach me. And when it did, everyone RAN in other directions, like in a movie where Godzilla appears. Very interesting.
But Arthur didn’t ruin the fireworks, thank god: