A Pondering of Storm

Calm and sweet, her wet hair dripped onto her home-sewn dress. The night was chilled and the sun had been down for a time. The slight valley below shimmered with lights, but she didn't see it. She was looking farther, deeper. Her heart was a mystery to herself. She inquired of the Father who created her, the Omnipotent being that knew her. The lightning stood stark against the night clouds, while perfectly safe on the hill, she observed. She imagined the unheard cracks and rumbles to match the view. Surrounded by the dead, she felt alive. Her grandparents so close and silent. Then she knew, she understood. While others saw a girl in the graveyard, she felt a woman with a purpose.