It wasn't raining anymore, but the smell of petrichor was thick around me. We walked side by side, she and I, down the wet street. Small streams rushed down hill past our feet and I realized my toes were growing numb inside my damp tennis shoes. The clouds hung over us drearily and threatened another downpour. They seemed to be growing darker. Today was the day. For what, I didn't know, but in my being I could feel every morsel of sand slipping away. Hours was all we had.
A bright blitz of lightning overtook the sky. The deafening thunder followed all too slowly.