Grey clouds

I noticed it the moment I stepped out of the mall.

The sky, usually a bright, soft blue, was now overcast. I stopped in my tracks, stood and lifted my face to the clouds.

The wind carried with it a hint of rain, just a tiny bit, but after years of searching and sniffing for the rain, its scent was unmistakable.

The words 'overcast' and 'gloomy' usually go hand and hand, but it felt anything but.

It was one of those moments, you know? The kind that only the sky can create by just being itself.

The kind that makes me feel happy to just be alive in that moment.

雨が来るよ。