Hope Piggy-Backed on Lightning Bolts

It was dark; the moon and the stars hid behind the clouds as if they were afraid to watch such a night. Power crackled on the backs of stormclouds and made static in the hair of the late-night lovers on park benches. An electric expectation crackled in bus driver's fingertips. Anticipation left watchdogs drooling and cats prowling restlessly.