The Thunder Rolls
A/N: For my sister…
"3:30 in the morning, not a soul in sight… the city's looking like a ghost town, on a moonless summer night."
He pulled the cloak tighter around him and mounted his horse. He needed to get back to the ranch before Malon suspected anything. Malon… a twinge of guilt in his heart but he quickly shoved it aside as he urged his horse forwards.
"Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm moving in. He's headed back from somewhere that he never should have been. And the thunder rolls… and the thunder rolls…"
The wind, which had been steadily picking up, was now blowing hard. Blowing the raindrops that were now falling into his face. It was as if Hyrule itself was proclaiming it's fury at what he had done. As he made his way out of the city gates a low echoing thunder rolled across Hyrule field.
"Every light is burning, in a house across town. She's pacingby the telephone, in her faded flannel gown. Asking for a miracle, hoping she's not right… praying it's the weather, that's kept him out all night. And the thunder rolls… and the thunder rolls…"
Malon paced restlessly by the window, sparing a glance every now and then at the ranch gate, praying that at any moment her husband would come riding through them. She'd left every lamp burning and placed them in the windows hoping that the light would somehow guide him back to her. The wooden floor was smooth beneath her bare feet. And she wore nothing but her yellow night dress, her hair tied back loosely. The storm was so fierce. She prayed that he wasn't lost or injured somewhere out in the field. The rolling thunder and howling wind echoed the fear and turmoil inside her heart.
"The thunder rolls… and the lightning strikes! Another love grows cold, on a sleepless night. As the storm blows on out of control, deep in her heart, the thunder rolls.
She's waiting by the window, when he pulls into the drive. She rushes out to hold him, thankful he's alive. But on the wind and rain strange new perfume blows, and the lightning flashes in her eyes, and he knows that she knows. And the thunder rolls… and the thunder rolls…"
Malon's restless pacing was interrupted by the sound of galloping hooves. She pressed up against the window with her heart hammering in her chest, as she stared out into the storm, searching for any sign of him. There! Through the pounding rain she could see a flash of color near where the gates would be. She grabs a shawl and runs out to meet him, thanking whatever deities are listening that he was alive. All she wanted to do was throw her arms around him and hold him in her arms. The mud squished beneath her feet and splashed up all over her flannel nightgown.
He dismounted and turned to look at her, "Malon…"
She held him close oblivious to the storm still raging around them. But then the wind blew the scent of perfume to her awareness.
'That's not my perfume… he couldn't! He wouldn't!'
She steped back in shock. The look on his face told her everything. It was true and he knew that he couldn't hide it from her. Suddenly a streak of lightning bursts across the sky accompanied by a harsh crack of thunder but the raging weather could not compare to the storm of betrayal raging inside of her.
"The thunder rolls… and the lightning strikes! Another love grow's cold, on a sleepless night. As the storm blows on out of control, deep in her heart… the thunder rolls…"