Torrential, unending, merciless. The storm savagely carved through the swamp, her swamp, breaking trees, tearing vines. Lives were lost in seconds, the churning water running crimson with their lifeforce before being washed away. To be forgotten? She shouldn't be standing. Or alive. But in her heart it felt right. Pale eyes closed against shards of water threatening to blind, she stood defiantly. Through the rain, she would persevere.
