Standing in front of the window, she saw the dark black ominous clouds in the sky. The wind had picked up howling like a wolf into the night. The first crack of thunder rent the air and within seconds the rolling boom of thunder reverberated overhead.
Xiu silently watched the flashes of thunder and mumbled, "He was right. It really is a stormy night."
In between the long low rumbles of thunder came the downpour and rain lashed out in a torrential and unforgiving way. That streak of hot silver splitting the sky looked fascinating to her. The scent of rain was dark and heady that night.
