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.