Post by Alicia (Allie) Botanic on Mar 1, 2008 19:56:09 GMT -6
The sky was dark over the open plane. All that one could see moving was the hunched form of a rider. Nothing else stirred on the grassland except the wind through the low scrub brush. The only sound was the rustle of the dead leaves and the quiet thud of a horse’s feet on hard packed dirt. The grass was trampled down by the thousands of feet that had passed over it hours before. A flash lit up the plane and the sharp edges of the mountains behind it. The beat of the horse’s hooves counted the seconds until the distant rumble would come. One. Two. Three. Four. Crash came the clouds; the storm was getting closer. One. Two. Three. A flash of lighting split open the sky, illuminating the dark figure hunched over the horse. One. Two. The crash came again. One. Two. Again came the lighting. One. The crash shook the very earth beneath the planes and the sky was rent apart as the rain came down. The rider did not seem to care though as the wind and rain buffeted against the two that stepped through the now muddy ground.
