[the rain, steady and renewing over the past few days, had turned into a downpour. For once, Jilly was actually attempting to keep the worst of it off of her as she made her way to her studio. She didn't have an umbrella, but she'd finally turned up the hood of her jacket so that it covered most of her curls, and her hands were shoved into her pockets. And she wasn't really looking at everything around her. The rain was coming down thick enough that it obscured the landscape, veiling everything in shades of grey]
[action, morning, March 19]