Days of heat. Cloudless skies. A comet first and then the full moon lit the night sky. Neighborhoods filled with the dull roar of lawn mowers and the smell of cut grass.
High clouds, then lowering.
Late in afternoon, a spritz that evaporated on hitting the pavement and roof tops. The days of the past weeks holding off the rain.
Later in the afternoon, the air changed. Became charged. Turned musty. Actually smelled wet. And then rain starts in earnest. Soaking everything. People run for cover with the sudden change. The drops pelt off the tin roof with a snare drum’s patter. A bit of wind pushes the wet into corners, dry for weeks, and spreads the newly freshened air through the open windows and doors of the house.
The weather breaks.
