Standing beneath the awning of the local café, she waits for the rain to subside. But soon the rain comes down in sheets, walls from a heaven bursting at the seams. The thunder rumbles as she looks up to the sky. It is showing off tonight, the pomp of prairie lightning streaks the South and East and Western skies.
She smiles. She is at peace only when surrounded by chaos, it seems, as if then there is no need for inner storms. Seven minutes, it will last. She remains outside and outside herself, allowing the tension to melt away and make its way to the gutter below.
The muddled voice of a man offering an umbrella, she realizes she has stepped out from under her cover. She shakes her head no, smiles, conceding to the warm, celestial shower that continues to flood her with relief.