The clouds have rolled in dark and fast. I can stand at the window and see them moving.
There is no rain yet, although it seems like there must be some on the way. I have work to do, but I keep being drawn toward the window, wanting to be watching when the action starts. The impending downpour is making me restless.
There are a few drops on the glass now.
I have to leave the office at lunchtime, because I brought no food with me. I am supposed to spend the whole evening outside. But right now I just want the rain to come. It seems like a day that needs a storm.