Low jazz played on the stereo. Outside, a summer rain fell hard and steady. The sun had just set and light still filled the sky. I had a bowl of spicy Italian pasta and the company of my guy.
We sat back relaxing and enjoying our dinner as the music played and the heavy drops splashed against the cars outside. We had the windows open, a cool breeze drifted in, bringing the smell of rich wet earth. The music blended with the rain.
The rain got heavier. Chuck switched the music to Celtic drums that pounded with the brief thunder and the sheets of water pouring down.
The storm passed, leaving a cool breeze and fluffy white clouds blooming against the dark sky.
Pure heaven.
Ms. Betty
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