It really got raining hard about 30 miles from home. The traffic on the highway slowed to 45, the road was slick and every car threw a spray in their wake. When we got home, the driveway was a shallow river. The gutters overflowed and all that water splashed as we hurried through the downpour into the house. We turned the lights on, got the heat going, and when I looked past the window curtain, I saw the submarine in our front yard. All the bolts and plates shined with the light from our house. Its propeller spun like a flower trying to get it back to the sea.
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