Sky

I run through the woods, huffing in exertian as i search for cover, the rain pouring down on me "Stupid Sky, not checking the weather." I scold myself. Branches tear at my arms and legs, and I bite my lip to keep from crying. Mud sticks to me, and i cry out as i stumble, nearly face planting after several minutes, I come across a large cave entrance, and i scurry a few feet inside, afraid to go deeper, into the darkness. Instead, I cry on the cold grey stone, the rain pouring outside.