# 37 Clouds
Aragorn frowned as he looked up into the dark sky. Just a few hours ago the sky was blue, and there was not a cloud in the sky, now the sky was almost black with dark, ominous clouds threatening to burst at any moment.
The young Ranger knew if he did not find shelter soon, he would be at the mercy of Mother Nature. As Aragorn slowly made his way closer to Rivendell, he could feel the first raindrops beginning to fall on his dark head. Aragorn sighed and wrapped his cloak snugly around him and trudged on until he came upon a small cave on the outskirts of Rivendell.
Aragorn had been in this cave many times with his adopted brothers' so he knew he would be safe from the elements in here. He barely made it inside when the black, angry clouds burst open and began to pour her contents down upon the ground.
"Well, nothing to do but wait it out," Aragorn muttered. Settling himself comfortably on the stone-cold floor, he watched the rain fall as he sang a soft song.
