Pain

 The limbs shifted in the irrational breeze

She turned her face

 To a sound

Blinking, she was met with a rush

Of wet wind

She wanted to move to the sound

but her feet would not listen

The crack of pressure hitting branches and leaves

Swaying, flinging, erratic

Cold air

The fading light casting it's pink and orange hue

On otherwise white, cottony pillows in the sky

Closing her eyes she searched in her mind

For the sound

She saw the pain before it she could feel it

The rushing, gut punching, soul crushing pain

Overcame her in red and black waves, driving the truth home

She finally wrenched her feet forward to stumble, half bent, away.