We came out of the dance studio, expecting the sharpness of the earlier heat, but instead it was soft and warm and the air was full of the smell of water. The first cold drops of rain hit us as we ran to our cars, and on the drive home the stormwind whipped the trees around against a backdrop of blindingly bright summer sky with stacks of puffy white clouds, past the edge of the storm, and after the storm was over the air was cool and sweet and the setting sun painted the bottoms of the clouds deep pink.
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