Humid, Rainy Flowers
closed starter @icyxmischief
Rain.
Rain and more rain, typical for summertime, which seemed to exist in two modes; blistering sun and pouring rain that soaked the streets and left the world muggy and hazy.
Not that he minded, much, the heat was oppressive and vaguely disgusting, leaving him to find some refugee in the shade whenever he had a moment. Even a nice, wide-brimmed hat did not provide much coverage when the blistering, oppressive rays beat down on every inch of your skin.
That being said, the cloud coverage and the wide, soaking drops fell to the pavement, his flowers taking the drink as gratefully as they could. Sat along the edges of the small shop he kept.
Customers came and went, but with it being close to the edges of evening, he was debating about packing up soon, tending to some of the tulips, considering whether he’d go for a stroll tonight or not.
Movement along the corner of his eye had him turning, slightly, giving a side-long glance.
“Feel free to have a look, but know they don’t look their best in this humid rainfall.”