Storm | Summer

As quickly as it arrived, the roar faded to a steady drip-drop. The clouds broke, letting a final, golden sliver of sunlight hit the wet pavement, making everything glisten as if coated in glass.

Suddenly, the wind flipped. It wasn't a breeze; it was a wall of cool, cedar-scented air that knocked the humidity sideways. The first fat drops hit the dusty driveway like silver bullets, kicking up little puffs of earth. Then, the sky split open. The storm didn't just rain—it exhaled. summer storm

If you're looking for a different kind of 'stormy' story, check out this preview of Sarah MacLean's recent novel, where family drama and a literal storm island collide: As quickly as it arrived, the roar faded

A solid grey curtain that erased the neighboring farm from view. It wasn't a breeze; it was a wall