Blustery

She turns off the engine, pulls the sleeves of her sweater over her fingertips, and stares at the sky. Brooding, dark; layer upon layer of dense, rich clouds, hovering over her tiny city, as rain drops fall lightly into puddles below, mirroring the rapturous black. She opens the door against the gusts of sky and runs, dodging glassy pools on the pavement, hair whipping in the wind against skin, until doors that greet her swing open, calm and warm, and she is safe inside again.