Rain Fall
She gazed up into the dark sky, the first drops of rain falling onto her face. The drops were welcomed as they cooled her face, flushed from the heat of battle. The cool breeze wafted through her disheveled mane of black hair. She took a moment from firing curses to just stand there and fully enjoy the weather. Another chilled mist swept across her face. A strong gust of wind. Bella glanced over at the Dark Lord. He was in the midst of casting the killing curse- Avada Kedavra. The powerful gust blew back his hood, threw his sleeves back. He looked purely menacing. The rain started to fall harder and faster, moistening the ground. The storm picked up, the squall ruffling her cloak. Bellatrix loved the rain.