Samantha's Myth

Midst the wave of splendor before a storm, Samantha Findale reflected on the beautiful sky as she walked to her grandparents’ house, which was to be all hers for two weeks. Welling up to her right; the dark, restless clouds rippled in the sky. They muttered of forthcoming oppression. The sun created a striking contrast by facing the darkness with a stunning blue sky, which was melting on the verge of the gloaming. She shone bright in defiance of the oncoming battle. The trees were green with the life of spring and looked cheerful, though the solid armies behind crouched in wait. For now, all was peaceful. Samantha ambled on with a large book in her hand and a backpack over her shoulders. It seemed that once the sun set, the storm would strike. The only force countering the attack was the sharp vibrancy pressing against the clouds. It was a lost cause. The sun was falling through the horizon...