When the rain stopped, John woke up with the abruptness of a bursting balloon. His timing was that of pure coincidence, and had nothing to do with the weather. John never noticed the weather. He noticed instead the levels of light. The evening had just become half a shade darker, and in that approaching shadow, John woke up and scratched his cheek, wondering if he was imagining things. At the same time, an enormous monster strolled down his street, pleased with the coincidental break in the whether. The monster was as large as three medium Buicks, and completely ethereal. He walked through everyone and they didn't even notice, busy as they were with collapsing umbrellas.