yo I’m sitting at this coffee shop and doing a bit of writing, and a storm literally manifested out of nowhere. like it just started pouring hella hard. anyway funny thing though how it also just made its way into an excerpt, its almost like, it just subconsciously entered my story.
This is an excerpt from my story “Suture” Chapter 18
“…“Oh, this looks like a place of interest!” Tox hung a sharp left into the spot. He opened the door and the dancing bells at the top of the hinge greeted him. Crystals liter every table haphazardly, some tables crammed so full they look like they want to dive off every edge. Tox adjusted his monocle and picked up some nearby rocks and began to observe them a bit closer.
A storm began to brew outside, rolling thunder interrupted the bustle of the town. Pitter patter began to pelt the windows creating a kind of therapeutic cadence, something about the rain is melancholic but soothing. Tox could see the reflection of the window outside in the crystal that he picked up. Looking closer a ballerina made of raindrops appeared and began a routine, other droplets came crashing down like a million mini aquatic comets forming into watery dancers as they collided with the window pane. Synchronizing perfectly. Tox went into his memory banks and thought of a fond memory he had with Penelope.
Ah yes, where we were, was right in front of our newly built cabin, we spent many days together during that time planning and building, just the two of us. We finally finished building the cabin and was standing out front of the place admiring our finished work. She fell into my arms and laid her head on my left shoulder. It started raining, light at first. The drizzle grazing our skin, dampening the earth around us as the soil and its heightened aroma held our noses attention. Fiddling around with magic I summoned an earth umbrella out of hardened dirt to shield us from the rain. That’s when she suggested that we just embrace the rain, so I let the earthen umbrella dismantle itself and joined Penelope as she began to twirl around in circles. The rain fell at an urgent pace now racing their brothers and sisters to the ground and everything else around us. She wore a purple and grey sundress, and as she twirled away her dress came open like a ____ she slipped and I summoned a mud chair to catch her fall, but she purposely missed the chair and fell into the mud. She motioned me over to join her and she whipped out her flute and began playing a melancholic tune. A tune that she played often. It always had a hypnotic quality to it, sporadically inspiration would flow into my ideas when she’d be tending her garden outside and felt inclined to play that tune...”
eh it needs a bit of editing probably but I just found it interesting how the rain in real life transmuted itself into the story currently. lol.