Four days of beautiful, nigh perfect weather.
Three days since J--- glanced up at the slowly building clouds and announced, “It’ll be cold again soon.”
This evening, just after five, there was an ear-shattering crack and it has been storming ever since.
The ground is already saturated, the water standing, as even four flawless days are not enough to undo a season's worth of showers.
It will be cold tomorrow.
Regardless, I still feel better for it.