Only seconds earlier, it seemed, the sky had been blue. But without warning, the clouds had rolled in, the sky darkening. He supposed he might have had warning, had he checked Accuweather. The sky was now a deep gray and the world seemed to have lost its color. It had gone from 3 pm to 8 pm in the blink of an eye. But not really. It was actually 3:01 pm now. The trees had been standing tall, but now they were starting to waver, buffeted by the strong inconsistent winds slapping them about. The air smelled different. It was cleaner, crisper. Colder, too. He could feel the cold move from one side to the other, as if the storm had an invisible wall slowly moving past him. And then with a flash of lighting and a thunderclap the shook the foundations of the house and the fillings in his teeth, the sky opened up and the rain came down. Within three seconds, he was drenched to the bone. He took two steps backwards into the house, then retreated into the kitchen to grab a hand-towel to use on his hands and face before sitting on the floor to watch the amazing force of nature that had enveloped his house.
(Note: Accuweather had been promising a thunderstorm at 4 today but 4 came and went and there was no storm. So sad. Another time, I guess. The sky did darken, but the clouds are mostly white and you can still see big patches of sky.)