“Oh my! It’s really storming out!” exclaimed Sue as she stared transfixed out the door way.
“I’m not here to discuss the weather Sue.” John said, with a hint of an ominous air.
What are you – Wow! That one nearly hit that tree!” A fork of lightning bolts down just outside the house.
“Sue will you pay attention? I’m trying to—“
Crrrraaack!
“What?” she shouted nearly deaf from the thunder.
“I’m trying to say I—“
Crrrraaack!
“No John, don’t do it!” She screamed, clutching Johns arm. “It’s madness! Pure madness!”
“What?” He asked, completely out of his depth with this obviously insane woman he kept getting stuck with.
“Don’t fly a kite in this weather, you’ll be struck by lightning and die! Then I’ll be all alone!” Sue cried pathetically.
“…You think I’m going to go out into that and fly a kite?”
“Well aren’t you?”
“Do I look like Ben Franklin? No. I said—
Crrrraaack!
“You’re dying your hair white?”
“No!”
“You plan to see the sights?”
“No, I—“
“I gave you quite a fright?”
“Sue—“
“You’re going for a bite?”
“Sue! Stop! I said you are driving me insane!” he finally shouted.
“Well you don’t need to yell.” Sue said, indignant.

Happy Kite Flying day! At least it didn’t rain too much?