Never Another Thunderstorm

She sat on a metal stool as she typed monotonously on her typewriter. Hey eyelids hung low indicating a sign of sleeplessness. Every few minutes her hands would slip from the key she had intended to press aggravating her further. The weather was still. Although the pewter sky promised rain, none came. Another reason why today was horrid. Thoughts ran through her mind about school, work and a longing to be spontaneous. None her thoughts brought any relief. Maybe it will rain...1

An hour has passed and still no rain. It was almost as if Mother Nature was taunting her. Suddenly she felt the crisp booming of thunder shake all of England. Within seconds, she grabbed her keys and dashed outside. Soft hills covered the green countryside and offset the now dark sky. How beautiful! I just wish he were here with me.2

She ran down the main path to a patch of trees. The raindrops were already collecting, forming puddles where she ran. Anger rumbled through her as she remember why he could never be with her. War. The reason for all the miseries in the world. Death. The thin borderline separating her from her love. How she despised the Premiere. Everything was his fault. Everything.3

The lightning made small flashes of brightness in the sky as she kept running. Her heaving breaths made it difficult to continue; however, she persisted despite the pain. Sobs escaped her lips when she increased her speed. She didn't know where she was going, but she knew she wanted to leave. Go somewhere new. For new beginning -- a fresh start. By no means would she ever go out in search of love again. Ever.4

By now her stamina was dwindling and she was feeling rather dizzy. The rain poured relentlessly and she stopped by an old, towering oak. She placed her hand on the trunk and faced the opposite direction. As she let herself gently slide down the rigid bark onto the ground, her anger turned to sadness. Tears spilled down her flushed-pink cheeks. We were going to have everything. And now I have nothing. She slammed her fists into the hard dirt floor and let her vulnerable cries fill the hollow atmosphere.5