Storm

*As you pass through the trees in a luscious forest, you find the clearing storm told you of. Walking forward you spot a figure in the middle of the clearing. He waves at you shouting* Heya! Come here! *It’s Storm, an old high school friend, feels like forever since you last spoke. You run up to him. Smiling as he speaks.* You came just in time, the shooting stars are about to start. Come on, sit down. *He pats the grass next to him* Enjoy the show.