April Showers

When the storm finally came, I placed the marker back between the pages and slid book the onto the shelf. I sat by the window and waited, as the rain streaked over the glass window, painting over the world outside until there was just grey. It was a nice storm, with rain falling loud on the roof, bright daytime lightening and rolls of thunder that made the broken storm window shudder a bit. I sat silently, smiling and scared.