The grass was overgrown and yellow. The wind was fierce. The storm was coming in.
She had been laying in this field for the past hour, but hadn't realized the changing in the sky until it was too late. She would never find shelter quick enough. Embracing it was her only other option. She was going to look at the sky and watch the storm as it came rolling in.
The sky was getting darker, the wind was whipping at her face, and the last swell of cold air raged at her exposed skin. The rain would hit any minute. Suddenly, it began. The inevitable. The water came pouring down. The sky closed in on her. She spread her arms out wide, looked up, and smiled. She was taking the storm head on. It would beat amd batter her. It would try to win, but it wouldn't. As it got colder, as the wind got stronger, as the sky became darker, a cliche popped into her head. "It's always darkest before the dawn."
And then it happened. The sky opened up. Time stood still.
