Downpour

Drip, drop.

The skies burst open and poured onto the thirsty ground. People head inside by the droves. The cloudy skies masquerade the sunshine while everyone’s joy becomes obscured.

Well, almost everybody.

Denise smiled inside her home as her window revealed the wet world outside. She put the pencil to paper and sketched out something.

“That sun was too distracting.” She said to herself while drawing.

Denise finished her work. It was a picture of a glowing girl dancing in the rain.

“Looks good to me.” Denise thought.