Drabble: In the Darkness

I felt the rain before it fell, tasted it upon the air, the very scent of the wind was ready for it, but for all that, when the rain finally fell, I was left alone under the sky without an umbrella.

The rain is cold, and my hair is wet, sticking tightly to my scalp. I can hear the thunder, and now and again, I spy the unearthly flashes of lightning. They’re gone before I really see them, and all that’s left to me is a memory of their brilliance, a fading memory of the light within my dark storm.