The sky was vast and dim, the sun was saying its last goodbyes for the day, and the summer breeze was blowing over me like a warm bath. I staired up at the sky watching the clouds sail past, low and dense. The sounds of a low rumble surrounded me as a bright flashes of light covered my vision. The coming storm was closing fast adding life to the soon to be night. The wind was picking up, trees were swaying back and forth, and the temperate began to drop. For one brief moment before the battle took place, the clouds parted revealing the glowing rays of the sun, illuminating the ground one last time before the day became night, and pure sweet water began to fall.
