The water silently rippled turning as gray as the angry clouds above. The wind pulled my hair back, chilling my skin with its gentle touch. The sound of a lone swing swinging before the storm was heard. I imagined a little girl, swinging with her head leaned back, the dark sky above her, her hair wrapping around her tiny delicate face.
Thunder shook.
Lightning screamed. I laid back, the parched grass beneath my back, the black sky above me. I listened to the sound of my own breathing for a moment and then closed my eyes. I saw your face and smiled.