It’s about to rain this evening. The sun goes down, and we are here together. Fireflies dance in the twilight, their golden glow flickering like tiny stars against the darkening sky. A cool breeze whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant thunder.
We sit in quiet anticipation, listening to the rhythmic chorus of crickets and the distant rumble of clouds. The first raindrop lands softly on my skin, followed by another, then another, until the world around us is alive with the soothing sound of rain.
In this moment, nothing else matters—just us, the fireflies, and the promise of the night ahead.