Lluvia

"You smell it before you see anything, something fresh and almost sweet under the smoke. It makes you look up. You reach back, grabbing for Chet, wanting to get his attention, pointing to the northern horizon. Clouds are rolling in toward the blaze: low, thick, dark, heavy. There's a lull in which every eye turns to the sky… You can't hear thunder over the roar of the fire, can't see lightning flashing in the clouds. Every fireman is temporarily transfixed by the oncoming storm."