It was dark outside when I stepped out of the library. The once heavy torrents turned into a light drizzle at a point half an hour ago. Street vendors are already closing and the road is mostly vacant.
The climate of City G had always been gloomy, having rain through most of the months of the year save a few. One moment the blazing sun is threatening to turn you into crispy baked potatoes and before you know it, the next moment dark clouds are looming overhead with promising rainstorms.
Holding up the umbrella Nana lent me, I ran into the drizzle absend mindedly. My mind still occupied with the new information I've just gotten from my conversation earlier with Nana, which had lasts through the whole evening. I side stepped on the sidewalk narrowly avoiding water ponds and being sprayed by the racing vehicles.