Morning After the Storm
The rain had ceased, but the sky retained a shawl of dense grey clouds that floated indolently above Willow Town like half-asleep giants not willing to leave. The morning light was subdued, filtered through the dense veil above, bathing the cobbled streets in a pale glow. Puddles glimmered in the hollows between stones, rippling occasionally as drops fell from projecting eaves and the shivering leaves of the towering elms shading the walkways.
