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The Wicked Witch of the West drifted a mile or so off the ground. The wind whipped around her and caused her broom to twitch under her, but she hardly noticed. She was too absorbed with watching the sky in front of her to pay any attention. Nearly-black storm clouds had gathered in an impressive and humbling blanket across most of the sky. Lightning played in between the ominous thunderheads and thunder raised its voice at it. The rain hadn't started yet, but it was threatening to, and the Witch knew that when it did, she wouldn't care. It was worth it just to be this close to one of nature's predators.
As she watched, a bolt of lightning skittered downward like a dart and hit a farmhouse on the ground. It leaped into flames nearly instantly and the Witch wondered without really caring if anyone was inside. The thunder chastised the lightning's actions in it's impressive, rumbling voice, and the rain began to fall. It needed little momentum, and in only a few seconds, it was falling very thickly. Occasional drops hit the uncovered bits of the Witch's skin and where they struck turned red and puffy, but she only flew higher until she was above the storm.
She was surprised by how clear the sky was up here, and how cold. She rubbed her aggrieved skin and pulled her cloak tighter around herself before diving into the middle of the storm. She hurtled downward, among lightning bolts that seemed to respect her as they dived as well without touching her. She went into a spin and cackled in the rush. She dived until she ran out of sky and touched down on the edge of a forest. She looked up and was disappointed at how small the storm seemed from down here.