Mary Wright

ELIZABETH

He sat, watching the storm roll in as the rusty barge boats went down the Arkansas river, steam billowing out of engines. The breeze was picking up, and he sat, admiring the forming of the dark clouds. He had never been one for storms, preferring to be basking in the sunlight. But she liked the broody sky, the thunder, the lighting, and sitting underneath the formation of the storm made her feel near.