When one of the plummeting cumulonimbi takes out Lyle’s house, he decides to just go with it. The insurance company won’t pay, but who needs them? Or their God? His shovel escaped unbroken, so he digs out a nice burrow: beanbag chairs in every room, and the nice thing about clouds is that your fridge can also be your window. Other people start to dig connecting burrows. Some of the people are girls.

Come spring the cloud will melt and this will be over, Lyle knows. But the beanbags are waterproof, and once the sky has fallen, it can’t fall again.