The air was heavy with the scent of rain. Behind Minster Cathedral, dark blue clouds ascended over the medieval city. The sand-coloured stone and silver windows of the Gothic building stood in stark contrast to the advancing darkness.
Daffodils, their blossoms as yellow as the sun, dangled in the wind, mirroring the beauty of the sun that was blocked out by the coming clouds. They grew on the lawn surrounding the cathedral, standing guard like tiny soldiers dressed in green and yellow.
Rain began to fall. The wind began to pick up. People walking by opened their umbrellas, rushing home or seeking shelter in one of the shops or restaurants. The daffodils let their golden heads down, heavy with drops of rain. Only the Minster stood strong and firm, unmoved by the coming of a storm in the north.
Neither did her beauty diminish. Her silver windows glistened with rain. The raindrops appeared like shimmering pearls as they glided down the smooth surface of the colourful windows.
And the light brown stone, while dripping wet, glittered silver and bronze whenever lightning appeared in the dark sky. Thunder rolled over the town, making the old town houses shake, but the Minster did not move. She was not afraid of thunder. She has stood here for hundreds of years, and she would stand here for a few more centuries. And a storm wouldn’t change that.
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