stormclouds, hydrangeas...
 
 
 
 
  you wake up in the woods alone with an ache in your chest. the sky overhead is coated in a thin layer of gray clouds with darker ones lurking on the horizon, threatening to overtake the rest completely. the wind brings the smell before the rain comes - a combination of heavy humidity and the fresh scent of the grass and foliage preparing for the downpour.
 
there's something else in the smell, though. it's nostalgic, reminiscent even... the memories it pulls forward worsen the ache in your chest and you feel tears start welling up before spilling over uncontrollably. grief overtakes you as you double over, shaking as the sobs wrack your body.
 
all of a sudden, the rain comes down. your tears become indistinguishable from the raindrops. the earth and sky cradle you and the sadness within you starts to harden. despair starts to turn into betrayal. another scent begins emerging to mix into the rainfall...the fire of rage.