3 A.M.
The blizzard was gone . The snow ceased . The storm clouds rolled away , blasted by the pendulum winds which lashed the city . By 3 A.M. the city temperature was over 100 ° F -- the dry , blistering heat of a midsummer desert . The northern city streets were littered with the bodies of people who had rushed from their homes and fallen in the heat , the wild winds and the suffocating smoke outside . And then , flung back by the abnormal winds , the storm clouds crashed together overhead . A terrible storm , born of outraged nature , vent itself on the city .