The rain cascaded down her face. The mud clung to her bodice as if it was the last victim they would receive in a decade. Thunder pounded her eardrums. Lightning flashed and lit the sky. She ran like a deer being chased by a lion. She bumped into houses and trees occasionally, because on nights like these, the lightning was the only way for her to see.
She saw a light up ahead! No, no! It went out. She began crying. Though, if you could see her face, you wouldn't be able to see the tears because of the rain. She stumbled on, on towards the place where the light was, in hopes of finding a soul that would help her, or even just a place to stay. As the storm raged on, she heard a loud crack. She turned her head in time to see a monstrous, towering tree that the storm and all its power had gotten the best of. It was falling right at her! She turned on her foot and slipped in the mud, scrambling to get out of the way. Crash! The tree hit the ground, spurting mud from beneath it to make room for itself. She looked between blasts of lightning at the tree that had cut off her path. She scrambled over to and weakly climbed up, slowly, slowly, she reached the topside of the log. It took all the rest of her strength to keep from falling off the dead tree. Slowly, slowly, ever more slowly, she crawled down the other side of the tree. Reaching the bottom, she hurried and commenced into a run towards a flickering light, probably the same light she'd seen before.
The light was holding on, even though the wind threatened to put it out. But it stood it's ground, holding on so that the storms victim could reach the building she hoped was behind that flickering light. Finally, finally, she reached the door, which she hoped concealed a rescue. She released her all her strength and fell upon the door, managing to force it open and collapse on the floor. Her last memories before she fell unconscious were a figure racing towards her bedraggled form, with a fireplace behind them.
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