Beyond the glass window a storm rages outside. It’s rain pounding the ground like people at a parade. The flowers outside are violently tossed around by the volatile winds. So much for April showers bring May flowers. As the door to the library swung open the first explosive thunder bang was heard, a sound that caused the window panes to rattle. As a figure walked outside the rain started to slant and it looked like hail. The figure walked calmly out from under the inviting walkway roof and across the parking lot. As another clap of thunder sounded the figure looked up at the sky momentarily before continuing on. As the figure reached the car he pulled back his hood and stepped into the car. I got into the car soaking but happy.
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