I could smell it.

I could smell the Earth.

It was about to rain.

Plip! Plop! It drizzles down in a flash.

It falls everywhere.

All you can see is the rain.

You can feel the dirt turn to sludge.

You can hear the crash of thunder in the distance.

The dark clouds loom over you ominously.

It is dark, dank, and cold.

Nobody is around.

It is dark, dank, cold, and lonely.

Just like it started, it was over.

The clouds moved on to other lands.

The rain faded away into morning dew,

and rainbows crossed the sky.

As a side note, I’m going to try to get the word of the week to be on Sundays.