The Storm
The air was warm and heavy. The breeze picked up with the storm that was slowly rolling in. She could smell the salt of the sea as her hair swirled around her face. In the distance she could see the lightning go from cloud to cloud followed by the rumble of the thunder in the distance. She stepped her toes into the sand, sandals dangling from her fingers at her side. She stepped closer to the water listening to the crash of the waves. She loved to come here. Even before she had a reason to come every day, she was here, hearing the power of nature. Rumple always said magic in this place is unpredictable. Maybe there was magic all around them. She could feel the energy in the air. It made her miss him even more. It reminded her why she was here. She looked out to the horizon, the purple clouds moving closer. Looking so much like the curse that brought them here. Lightning getting closer, making strands of her hair stand on end.
When the first big drop hit her face she smiled and closed her eyes. As she stood there, her long mahogany curls weighed down with the rain and hanging limply down her back she twirled in the sand, her long skirt flaring out revealing her slender legs. The water slicked her arms and flattened her shirt against her curves. She finally sat down in the wet sand and started to cry, tasting the salt from her tears, wishing with her whole heart that they would come home. That he would come home. The waves crashed around her as she sat there, looking out to the horizon. The air felt alive as it swept over her skin. With the next lightning flash she jumped to her feet. Was she seeing things again? It wouldn't be the first time. The rumble of thunder that followed she felt down to her bones. With the next flash she knew she wasn't dreaming this time. She grabbed her binoculars that she always brought with her, just in case. Another flash. Her smile almost split her face. There on the horizon was the Jolly Roger. And standing on the bow? Her Rumplestiltskin.