Underground Movements

There were only fifteen minutes left in Contracts, so I was alternating between anxiously watching the clock and staring out the window. Suddenly, I saw a dull flash outside, and waited completely still for twenty seconds before hearing the thunder's unmistakable rumble. By the time class was over, campus was under a full-on rain storm. Dressed for another 80-degree day, I took the tunnels home. I may not walk outside again for months.