I watched as the rain bounced on the leaves around me as it fell, and my breath in the cold crisp air. There I sat with my back against the aspen tree, under a fort I had made to shield myself from the cold rain. I sat and I watched as the clouds rolled in and as the lightning would strike the trees in the distance. I heard nothing but the slow rumble of thunder and the slight trickle of rain. The cold winter air had taken the warmth from my face and fingers, which I could no longer feel.
The rain gradually picked up pace, the air became colder, and the thunder pounded around me. It was so cold it became hard to breath, the cold air harsh against my lungs and the freezing rain numbing my face even more as it fell on the tip of my nose. I had tried to start a fire with the little necessities I had but the downfall of rain and little shelter I had did nothing to help, and I was unsuccessful.
I sat back and watched as the rain laced my fingers with water droplets. Not even being able to feel as it fell on my hand because of the bitter weather. I felt myself drifting to sleep as I wait for the storm to pass. I know I shouldn't sleep, I may never wake.