Evelyn Ford's lips twitched, but she ignored him.
Plumes of black smoke rose from the area where the forest fire burned. Many people in the convoy were coughing, and black ash floated in the air. Evelyn Ford adjusted her mask and stared blankly at the receding scenery outside.
At six in the afternoon, the convoy of vehicles veered away from the burning forest fire. Aside from the billowing smoke, the flames were no longer visible. Just then, a massive clap of thunder echoed through the sky. Less than five minutes later, a torrential downpour began, stunning everyone.
The rain hadn't come earlier, and it hadn't come later. It just had to start right after they had finished digging the firebreak, after they had expended so much manpower and resources to successfully contain the thousand-acre forest fire.
Quincy flipped off the sky. When that didn't feel like enough, he cursed a few more times.
