Not a blade of grass moved in my field. Not a whistling of the wind blowing through my woods. It was unstartlingly quiet. Not quite as expected. It was too quiet.

Then the dark clouds gathered, and the rain followed. Just a drizzle. Nothing more.

And it goes on drizzling, here in my world.

How can I ever prepare myself for that upcoming thunderstorm?

Right now, I just feel like running in the rain.