One Day by Sky (the story of a convention)
The forecast for Friday morning couldn't have been more dire: 95% chance of thunderstorms. 57 umbrellas and 40 ponchos were purchased, a canopy rented; protection would be needed.
Friday morning, break of dawn: The clouds parted. The sun shone down on the stage in the park where 500 people gathered to celebrate freedom in the presence of the man who had been cast out, the Champion of the Constitution.
From the sunshine, the 500 were sucked into the dark hall filled with "ayes" and "nays" and crashing gavels. Out of order, indeed. The weight of the atmosphere could not be borne, and the skies reigned down its disgust in hailstones.