One summer evening, I wanted to explore Reynolda Gardens. The sky was dark with rain clouds, but it looked like they were passing by, quickly so we decided to head out anyway. Halfway there we caught up to the rain. It was pouring on and off but we kept going. We got to the gardens just as the last rain drop fell.
A slight fog floated just above the trees and the storm clouds were beginning to clear away, so the setting sun's golden light could shine through. It looked like we had discovered a secret and magical garden. Nobody else was there.
We wandered around the gardens for a while, and there was never another soul in sight. The quick rainstorm had scared everybody away.