The Storm Understands. (short scene)

I pulled my knees up to my chest, my arms wrapped around them, and tilted my head toward the storming, star-strewn sky. I closed my eyes, letting all the sounds of the crickets and the whistling blades of grass engulf me along with the thundering rain, washing all my thoughts away. Tears welled up, and I tried to squeeze my eyes tightly shut, as to not let them fall. But then I realized this may be the only chance I get to let go, to really let go. To take off this tough-girl armor I put on when dad died. And I do. I let the tears overflow, silently streaming down my cheeks, along with the howling rain that was responsible for my soaking clothes. I feel myself become one with the wind, not chilling me like it should, but giving me a sense of existence. Like I needed some sort of proof that I was indeed living, and the wind delivered it. I feel more alive than ever.