The change in air pressure was a sign . . . the thunder, the rain, the lightening just a part of the show. It was always there, sitting, waiting and now it was time. Time to sharpen its talons. Time to sink them deep into her flesh, ensnaring her in its hold.
She braced herself for she knew what was coming but still it took her by surprise. The intensity, the force, the searing pain. Stumbling, clutching her head she searched for some kind of remedy. Something that could release its grasp and banish it back to whence it came.
The thunder passed overhead and became a low rumble in the distance. Flashes of lightening noticeably absent as the clouds parted and hope shone through. She felt the internal shift as each talon slowly retracted and the searing pain was replaced with a dull ache.
