This morning thunder woke me very early. Another brief storm. So I thought today might be a good day to read about a fictitious rainstorm in which Darcy Campbell was caught. I hope you enjoy it.
From Grave Shift:
“Thunder crashed over my head and I must have jumped three feet into the air. Rain pelted me. When my heart slowed to normal, I looked around for the comforting sight of my SUV. All I could see were trees and more trees. I’d come farther than I meant to come. But that was all right. With the flashlight I could follow the dim trail back to shelter. The trouble was, the rain had darkened the leaves on the ground and blotted out any trace of the way I had come. I was lost.
I took a few steps to the right. No way could I have come through that sumac thicket. I turned the other direction and a scattering of gray limestone rocks blocked my path. My breath came in short gasps.
“No! I will not panic!” I said aloud.
Lightning sliced through the darkness followed by another deafening clap of thunder. I yelped and scooted under an oak that still held onto a lot of its brown leaves. Maybe it was foolish to be under a tree with electricity sizzling through the air but since there were trees all around, this seemed not to matter.
After 15 minutes, I had enough of waiting for the storm to abate. If anything, it had gathered strength. I shouted, “Help!” I cared neither for my dignity nor my reputation; all I wanted was to be in the shelter of my beloved car and on my way home.
Something rustled in the bushes. I gripped my flashlight, ready to wield it as a weapon. I might not be a match for a panther but I determined to die fighting. Lightning lit the woods again and I glimpsed a tall figure through the trees.”
Anyway, hopefully none of us will be in a similar circumstance, lost in the woods during a storm. I, like Darcy, enjoy a good thunderstorm but we prefer viewing it from the comfort of an easy chair with a cup of coffee close at hand.’
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