Summer - Storm

If you're looking for a different kind of 'stormy' story, check out this preview of Sarah MacLean's recent novel, where family drama and a literal storm island collide:

The air in the valley was thick and still, like a held breath. By 4:00 PM, the cicadas had stopped their rhythmic buzzing, and the sky had turned an eerie, bruised shade of violet.

On the porch, Silas watched the gutters overflow, the water cascading like mini-waterfalls. For twenty minutes, the world was nothing but noise and water. It was a violent, beautiful cleansing. The Aftermath summer storm

Suddenly, the wind flipped. It wasn't a breeze; it was a wall of cool, cedar-scented air that knocked the humidity sideways. The first fat drops hit the dusty driveway like silver bullets, kicking up little puffs of earth. Then, the sky split open. The storm didn't just rain—it exhaled.

A deep, bone-rattling growl that followed so quickly you could feel the vibration in your teeth. If you're looking for a different kind of

Jagged white veins pulsed across the clouds, illuminating the woods in strobing flashes.

A solid grey curtain that erased the neighboring farm from view. For twenty minutes, the world was nothing but

The heat was gone. The air was sweet and sharp with the smell of wet pavement and crushed grass. Silas opened the door, and the cat finally stepped out, sniffing the brand-new world.