Don’t take too long to run.
It took a moment before I knew I waited too long.
So what, I thought, I’ll get a little wet. It’s only water.
Two drops fell from the sky, stinging my arms. More followed … and more. It was a shock beyond plain wetness; brutally cold raindrops hitting like shells.
I should have hurried earlier. I should have run back home.
The wind ripped through, bending the top of the trees. How could a weather front bring such cold air in the middle of summer?
How could life go from bright and light to dark so fast?
But it did.
Now, the sun dipped below the horizon and the dark clouds rolled in quickly, casting strange shadows across the landscape. It was upon us, flinging itself at the world, moaning, as if trying to talk, to curse … or maybe cry. A giant of a storm.
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