When The Lights Go

Prologue

"Oh! There's an overhead approaching." A young girl with eyes as blue as an azure sky answered.

She looked up at the sky excited for the storm to roll in. Her eyes gazed upon it through the deep brown, rustic window and a smile as bright as a ray of sunshine approached upon her pale face. Beside her, a man with raven hair gently patted her head.

"Huh, I suppose so, tsk.. It was such a beautiful day out too."

"No, Papa! I love this weather! This is my favorite weather!" The child cried out.

He chuckled to himself with a nod. His hair gently rustling as he bobbed his head and he looked out the window once more. Everything looked a tad darker now, it's almost as if the trees and grass themselves were preparing for the storm. Blades of grass and leaves of trees rustled in the howling wind. Thinking to himself, he knew this wasn't going to be an ordinary storm. The energy from this storm was stronger than the rest. He could feel it.