The Storm

 

The sky was dark, the world a gloomy gray despite it being mid-afternoon.

The ground was littered with puddles, the scent of fresh rain filling the air.

A light drizzle still fell, so fine that it appeared almost as misty haze.

From the comfort of a chair on the covered patio, you took it all in with a deep breath, pleased with the storm. The area needed the moisture, and you loved the general feel that came upom the world whenever it rained.

So here you would sit, until the storm moved on.