You could hear the distant showers climbing over the hill, and feel the air grow colder with every breath. The sky was darkening, and white explosions of lightning streaked through the sky. The low grumble of thunder rolled across the desert, and I stood silently as I waited for the storm to come.
The rain struck me like a wall, washing me. My clothes were drenched in an instant, and my face was clean. Release, blessed release. The gale swirled all about me with ferocious fervor, and I fell unto my knees.
The black heavens were alive with bright flashes.
Tale Told 