As the sky slowly turned a hue of grey, she ever so slightly began to speed up her walking pace. The path which was a gentle yellow dust colour seemed to turn a hint of dark brown, the dust residue gently brushing up into her face, which was turning from a happy gentle smile to a melancholic lonely frown.
During her slow descent down the now dark path, the once blooming, pink cherry blossom trees had started deflowering and wilting, slowly falling petals landing down by her feet. As the trees began malting she began pondering how sad they must feel to be losing their pretty, baby pink flowers, converting into brown, flowerless branches.
Throughout this never ending descent, the sky began turning a dangerously dark grey colour, the clouds beginning to roll over rapidly and thoroughly clouding up overhead. Awfully quickly, the clouds began to weep uncontrollably, a strong series of cold wind gusts blowing her long hair back angrily as an attempt to awake her from her major nightmare of a downward spiral.
