The moonlit storm crept over the hill and whistled, beckoned and danced at my window. The damp summer breeze, heavy, musty and powerful swirled around my room. I could hear the tall country grass bending and the leaves hitting the screen and I watched the distant lighting play against the sky. Cracking, rumbling, rolling thunder I could feel in my chest.
I lay there, jaded city girl untrusting of all of this, yet not wanting it to end. In the morning, as if in a dream, the adventure had slipped away silently leaving only a whisper with the sunrise.