I stood still looking up into the sky, it rained and rained and still I stood there looking into the sky. My clothes clung to me, cold and wet I stood. I must have stood there quite a while because out of nowhere a man comes running up to me checking if I am ok. I don't know who the tall man was, he looked about 35, dark and slim with a physique a woman always notices. He bent down to speak to me, I felt awfully short looking up into his blue eyes. He smelt minty like he had just been chewing on a chewing gum not long before speaking to me.
I wasn't really listening to the sounds coming from his mouth, I just stood looking up in the rain. I moved my head a small way to see what else was in the sky when I heard a siren approaching me, something must have happened close by I thought, still looking into the sky. I felt a shiver go down my back, like someone had tickled there finger down my spine, I shuddered but carried on looking up to the sky.
I felt a strong cold wind catch my breath and a thunder bolt feeling in my head. I am not sure how long I stood that day, hours, minutes, seconds I didn't know. I just stood in the rain looking up. I woke with a start to a cold white room and my family standing by crying, calling my name. I am not standing in the rain anymore. I have woken from the accident. the accident that left my soul stood looking up into the sky in the pouring rain.