At 6:57 PM the sky began to change. The sun became muted. The gray clouds started sliding in from the west. It was one of those early summer, late day thunderstorms. Standing on the balcony I could see the leaves of the trees turn upside down. My grandmother used to say that meant it was going to rain. The wind had picked up and was tossing around the freshly cut blades of grass and bits of debris in the parking lot. Soon the deep gray clouds had covered the sky and blocked out the sun. The storm was here. Large, heavy raindrops slowly fell from the swollen clouds. They could no longer hold the moisture accumulated from the humid day. Suddenly a flash of bright light streaked across the sky. Within seconds the sound was deafening. Thunder had rumbled through the clouds and left a thud on everything solid, like you can feel the heavy bass from a nice sound system. And then it happened. Every after market car alarm in the parking lot of the low income apartments within sight of my balcony began to go off. Instantly the fond memories of an early summer, late day thunderstorm were ruined.