Lillian fumbled around with the knob on the old beat up radio sitting on her dresser. She had kept in on the same station since she got it a year ago, but the other day the summer heat had made her a little lazy and she started to look for new stations. There weren't any, so she had just laid there listening to the consistent static filling the silence and watching dust drifted lazily through beams of sunlight. But now, when she needed the weather station, she of course couldn't find it, and she looked with concern at the faint but growing clouds that were emerging in the western sky. Last season she had made her move over to Konohana. After a year in Bluebell it felt strange to move again, but a change of scenery was refreshing and the crisp smell that hung over the crops each morning made her feel it was all worth it. Konohana also had Kana. When she first moved to town her shyness was at its worst and the amount of people between the two villages had overwhelmed her, but she took the mayor's advice and made a habit of at least greeting people each day and a year later her fear of strangers had bloomed into tiny friendships. She was still new compared to most in the town though, and couldn't shake the feeling she was still a bit of an outsider. However with Kana it was different, his open personality, good nature, and dependability had attracted her from the start. She made it a point not only to greet him but attempt to chat a bit each day and even bring him the things she had discovered he liked from time to time. It was one-sided, she new that from the start. He was focused, driven, and she knew her small personality would never so much as make an echo in his large existence. Having done her chores for the day Lillian now sat idle in front of steps of the house. It was hot and humidity hung palpable in the air around her, slowly thickening as the sky darkened. Her thoughts drifted from her present life to her past one, the family and friends she had left. It was her choice to leave, after all, but sometimes she couldn't help but dwell on how much she missed the cocoon she had lived in back home, the warm feeling of safety that can only be found in the familiar. The family you loved, the friends you had since childhood. Here she had none of that. This thought hung around her as faint rumbling began in the distance and slowly, one by one, raindrops began speckling the ground. Lillian quickly got to her feet and pushed the few animals she had brought from Bluebell back into the safety of the barn. She hesitated for a moment. The rain was coming down hard now and long gusts of wind whipped it sideways, ripping leaves, branches. Suddenly thunder and lighting were crashing like symbols in her ears and everything was so loud and she knew that more than rain was on the agenda for today. She made a run for her house blindly groping around for the door knob as wind and rain whipped her face and hair. She finally found it and slammed the door behind her. She sunk down, her breath heavy, listening to the sound of her pulsing heart. She would be fine, she had almost convinced herself when more crashes rent the air and, worst of all, in a sudden flash of lightening, her power turned off. The house was cold and dark, and her clothes had gotten soaked through on her run to the house. She felt small. Cold. Alone. The largeness of the house was suddenly encroaching her, pushing itself in on her until it felt hard to even breath. Then thoughts left her and she found herself moving, pushing open the door, running out into the gusts and torrents roaring around in the outside world. She had to be stupid, she thought, to do something like this. But it was too late now, her feet were carrying her down the road, past her barn and fields. The whole world seemed gray, a huge chasm filled with the tearing water and wind that continued to mercilessly pour from the sky. Amidst all this her eyes fell upon a faint orange glow in the distance, the lanterns of Kana's house glimmering weakly like beacons in the storm. Wearily she trudged to the front door and was about to knock, but she hesitated. What was she doing? Who would open their door to someone in the middle of a typhoon? Suddenly she felt big hot tears begin to form in her eyes, large and unstoppable. They flowed down her cheeks and nose into the cracks of her lips, salty and bitter as they mingled with the rainwater. She buried her head in her hands, this was so stupid, she thought. She could feel the wind still whipping, the rain still pouring, and it was like her emotions were caught up with them. Tossing. Tossing...