Although the sun had risen hours before, the sky overhead was dark as Rich
stepped out of the office. He'd just completed a difficult shift in his
support role for the company, and he wasn't too happy about it. The move from
development to support had been a forced one, for various reasons; Rich's team
had been unhappy to lose him, and moving to the night shift had not improved
his situation. He wasn't happy.

Rich's mood was reflected by the sky above: dark thunderheads loomed over the
land, and occasional flashes of lightning between the clouds lit up the ground
below, before rolling thunder swept past Rich at incredible speed. As Rich
stepped away from the door and towards his car, rain began to attack him:
sheets of cold water, pent up as if waiting for him to step out of shelter
before they started their assault.

As he reached his car, Rich came across a surreal juxtaposition of sounds.
Another wave of thunder rolled through him accompanying a flash directly
overhead, while an ice-cream van's distinctive tune sped past him on the
nearby road. Rich guessed that the van had been caught by surprise when the
sudden rains began, and was now rushing towards shelter, a fairy-tune siren
announcing its passage.

[What happens next? Let me know.]