Rain was falling down on her hard, almost unforgivingly. It soaked her hoodie through, and chilled her skin so harshly that her heart shivered inside her chest. She had been walking for the last several hours. She had no idea where she was going or what she was hoping to find, but when she left home early that morning, she knew there was something out there calling to her. She couldn't just sit at home drowning in self-pity; even drowning in raindrops was better than her own sorrow.
For the last mile or so she'd wandered off the road, and into a forest of semi-dense trees. It was still summer but autumn was most definitely on its way -- she could feel the whispered anticipation of the soon to be crisp October air on her skin, and in her lungs with every breath she took. This was her favorite time of year, the heat of the summer sun was gone, but the bitterness of winter was still weeks away.
As she trekked onward to nowhere between the trees, a glimmer of excitement nudged her withered