Dance in the Rain

The storm clouds had been gathering all afternoon, hanging low and heavy over the small town. Emma stood by her window, watching as the first drops of rain began to fall, splattering against the glass. She could feel the electricity in the air, that unmistakable tension before a storm fully breaks. A part of her wanted to curl up with a book, but another, wilder part—one that she hadn’t listened to in a long time—longed for something different.