In her eyes, everything was a darker shade, as clouds hovered uncertainly to cover a morbidly sorrowful sun, a desperate attempt to try and save its shine, or whatever was left of it.
And the skies resounded with thunder, the earth shook as if in fear and silent submission. Dreamers awoke from slumber; the real world always caught up. The shadows grew longer and the gods, their tantrums, they made known. Anger and disappointment, lining every under note of the raging storm. The wind blew as if, all it was ever meant, for all of its wondrous existence, was to tear man from limb to limb, rather than the feel of it in one's hair. The thunder, the wind, the storm, the rage. The gods were definitely angry. The tremble evident in every way the land reverberated with the cacophony  of the gods.
And then, there was silence.
A ray of light breaking in through the thick cloud cover.
And suddenly every bit of the wonder of the universe rang clear in her head.
As she stood by the rocks, watching the waves meet the sand.
Only an hour before, her purposeful drive to the beach was to contemplate on how subtly she could make an exit from the stage of life.
Her disheveled self esteem had plucked on some courage, as she saw the ray of light shine through the darkness.
The seas grew calmer and the light of the day, back to shine again.
The gods of her mind's creation were now watching, as she picked up a shell that caught her eye. Turning it around in her hand, all she could think of was how she forgot that the light always broke the deathly starkness of a life quenched by the storms that raged like fire.
She climbed onto the driver's seat of her barely held-together sedan.
Turned on the ignition, metaphorically turning on the ignition to a brand new life.