In Nashville this September 5th evening at 6:31 PM, the sky hangs heavy and gray above. The air is warm, settled at a humid 90.7°F; the kind of warmth that clings to your skin. The wind, slight at 4.3 mph, barely stirs the leaves whispering of an impending storm. Raindrops have yet to mar the ground, but they loom close on the horizon.

Earlier today, the mercury soared to a stifling 95.2°F, shadowed by the threat of thunderstorms. The storms that danced at the edge of forecasters’ screens brought a breeze, at times reaching up to 10.3 mph, yet the clouds held their hoard close–yielding merely 0.08 inches of precipitation. The promise of rain was a certainty, cloaking the city in a suspense that hummed with the static of thunder, yet it did not fully break its bound.

As night claims the city, the temperature is expected to temper slightly to a low of 75.7°F. The wind will remain consistent, whispering through Nashville streets with potential peaks at the same 10.3 mph as daylight. Rain, in its relentless pursuit, holds a 100% chance of visiting by nightfall. Overcast skies will ensure a gradual fall into darkness, keeping the heat of the day entrapped within the city’s sprawling confines.

No alarms nor warnings disrupt the rhythm of this ordinary day turning into a moist night. Residents and visitors forward through their evening hours, eyes occasionally flashing upwards, watching clouds swell with withheld downpours, waiting for the sky to fulfill its heavy promise.