Dark clouds gathered over the rooftop
as the evening sky made its appearance
and the chill in the air crept along her skin.
Like angry strokes from an artist’s brush,
the clouds swirled and moved mockingly,
threatening to unleash their fury –
promising to interrupt the night’s calm.
She quickened her pace,
pulling the sweater tightly around her.
Why had she not seen…
not noticed the storm closing in from all sides?
There had been plenty of warning
but her eyes had been closed,
and she had been caught off guard
as she wandered through the streets,
existing in another reality.