As outside clouds pack together to create a watery curtain.
Loudly flapping marquees and flags, mark the coming of stormwinds.
As do swaying cyclists and girls with ruffled hair.
A tiny dog shivers, and seeks refuge behind its owners legs.
While its hair blows in the wind, as were it skydiving from a plane.
Above it, the clouds form a dark pack in the once blue sky.
Minute drops start their long journey towards the ground.
Splashing down at irregular intervals.
Umbrellas are no match for what's to come....