She’d always loved lightning and thunder even as they surrounded her tiny blue Mazda like a closing fist. Her headlights speared the driving wind and rain just enough to make her confident that she’d taken the right turn off from the main highway. She could just feel she was on the right track. She certainly got a whiff of home from the look of the live oak that swayed violently in the wind.

There could be worse storms. Like her relationship with her sister.
Now there was a hurricane category five throughout the year, rain or shine.
She and her sister would prove a interesting propulsion of elements as they waded through there latest moment regarding Adam.
Another storm entirely.