The heat was unbearable in Texas, so much so that the odd occurrences when the rain fell down felt like a blessing from heaven. The desert soaked it up, taking it in like a breath of needed air. Sam let it drench through his clothes, listening to the thunder in the distance. He almost didn't care that the storm was a signs of bad things to come-- he could sense them now, on the horizon, things that he and his sister would have to face, have to fight.
But then he looked over to wear Deanna was standing in the middle of the field, wildflower coming up to her ankles as her arms were open in a sort of victory-stance, welcoming the rain. Water fell across her shoulders and down her long dirty blond hair, and she took it in. She took it all in, grateful for the fact the drought had just, finally, ended.
She was so happy, so alive-- that Sam didn't care what he felt anymore, what kind of psychic hunches were cooking in that brain of his, because for right now they were happy and they were okay and they were alive.
Sometimes the things on the horizon, after all, aren't so big once you get to them.
And sometimes they always stay on the edge of the horizon, like the rainbow that was forming above their heads now, and you never can, or have to, reach them.
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Date: 2009-05-28 09:18 pm (UTC)But then he looked over to wear Deanna was standing in the middle of the field, wildflower coming up to her ankles as her arms were open in a sort of victory-stance, welcoming the rain. Water fell across her shoulders and down her long dirty blond hair, and she took it in. She took it all in, grateful for the fact the drought had just, finally, ended.
She was so happy, so alive-- that Sam didn't care what he felt anymore, what kind of psychic hunches were cooking in that brain of his, because for right now they were happy and they were okay and they were alive.
Sometimes the things on the horizon, after all, aren't so big once you get to them.
And sometimes they always stay on the edge of the horizon, like the rainbow that was forming above their heads now, and you never can, or have to, reach them.