A short piece that I wrote to help me get back into the writing frame of mind. The source of inspiration for this was staring at the graying sky, mixed with rainy weather.
Squall
A day which had began cloudless and sunny was soon to be foreboding and dreary. Dark and ominous clouds billowed across the afternoon sky, signalling the onslaught of an unexpected storm. The weather station had promised hot and sunny days, but they were known to be wrong on more than one occasion.
Despite the warnings of the fickle Mother Nature, Misaki Kirihara made no attempt to find shelter. She stood in a small city park, the location of her short intermission from her hectic everyday schedule. The thought that she needed to find cover entered her mind briefly, but it was pushed unnoticed to the side.
Her eyes gazed upwards, transfixed on the awe-inspiring sight of nature at work. As she watched, she couldn't help but realize how small and truly insignificant she was in comparison.
The clouds continued to roll across, chasing away the warmth of the sun's afternoon rays. It heralded the progression of the next coming - the wind.
It was calm at first; a gentle lover's caress lifting tendrils of hair away from her face. This in turn brought about the last ingredient to the phenomenon known as a storm - the rain.
Small droplets fell from the heavens, so gently that she barely felt it against her skin. In her mind, the thought that it wasn't too bad entered, but realistically she knew that it had just begun.
The clouds soon covered the last of the sun's rays. The wind picked up speed, no longer gentle as it caused her hair to dance around madly. The raindrops gained size and momentum, hitting her skin like cold pricks. Even so, she didn't move from where she stood.
The storm continued to rage and Misaki continued to stand where she was, victim to its powers.
Strands of hair whipped around under the influence of the violent winds; forcing her to hold her hand to her face to shield herself from the slapping of it against her skin.
Wetness started to trickle down, seeping into her skin and her clothes, bringing a sudden chill with it. The other hand was brought up to shield her eyes to prevent more raindrops on her glasses which obscured her vision.
Glancing around, the park was deserted as others had wisely vacated the premise in search of safer and drier locations. She should have done the same, but she didn't feel inclined to despite the bodily assault on her person.
Unexpectedly, a brief flash of light nearly blinded her. A crackle split the sound of pouring rain as the electric energy of lightning streaked across the darkened sky. Two seconds later, this was followed by the sound of thunder rumbling and grumbling in the background.
Blinking away the pain in her eyes, she watched and waited to see if another would follow.
Suddenly, just as unexpected as the coming of the storm, the clouds disappeared. The winds calmed and the rain slowed to a stop; a last lingering drop touching her lips.
All was as it should have been; the only evidence of the storm was the wetness of her person and clinging raindrops on the leaves of trees nearby.
Finally sighing softly as she turned to go, one last thought entered her mind.
The Black Reaper...
He came and went just as suddenly as that storm.
A/N: I know... Nothing terribly exciting, but it wasn't meant to be.