storms

It was a gusty south-western that blew through the harbor and all the old sailors were sitting on the wharf waiting for it to pass when Bartholomew took the pipe out of his mouth and said, "I remember the storm of '84. It was a purple storm."

One of the younger sailors asked, "What made it purple?"

"I was the first time I experienced purple rain."

Old Lealand jerked up his head, "What blend are you smoking?"