The wind howled, forcing leaves to the floor. The world seemed angry with itself as trees were ripped from the group. The rain crashed against the window pain of Eliza's house. he sat on an old, pale blue chair and sipped at her tomato soup. She signed happily and snuggled in closer to her chair.
She sat, half watching the rain and half watching a television program about a weird family with three adult children. Eliza laughed along with the studio audience. When she finished her soup, Eliza was struck with a hunger for a juicy, red apple; she rummaged through her cupboards but found none. She looked out the pouring rain and bit her lip in thought. She she risk going into the storm for such a a small item she could get any other day? Would it be worth giving up the warmth and sanctuary of her home for?
Picking up her bright yellow rain coat, Eliza swung open the front door and began her journey through the storm. The rain pummeled onto her so harshly she was afraid it would bruised her soft, sensitive skin. The closest shop was three blocks down and Eliza didn't have a car. One foot in front of the other, she strove on in the ferocious storm that threatened to knock Eliza off of her feet at any moment. Cars would chuck water at her legs as they drove past.
Eliza felt as though she would never get to the ship when the bright luminescent lighting of the local shop shone through the darkened street. She pushed herself forward and grasped a pack of deep red apples and went to the counter. She was served straight away, only to find that she had forgotten her purse. The entire journey had been for nothing; back into the storm she went.
