Tremendous faith

sitting in the shadowed light, she bent over her stained parchment. scrawling furiously, the etching of the ink pen was the only thing to be heard above her stunted breathing and the patter of raindrops on the window pane.

outside the trees swayed with heaviness, threatening to fall not in a moment's notice. their thrashing leaves and branches flew about, side to side, flinging torrents of water against the house. unnerved, she wrote on. the storm seemed to be the only thing driving her to write, the only thing able of her sudden inspiration. with each lash of wind and each splash of rain her excitement increased, her hands flying across the paper as if not able to write quick enough.

finally, with a gasp, she shoved herself away, back from the flimsy table. running her ink-smudged hands through her damp, sweaty hair, she took up her manuscript, thumbing through it. then with a rush of speed, she threw open the windows, leaning out into nature's fury.

her anxious face tilted itself to the sky, and as the solitary drops fell onto her face, running off in little streams, she smiled.

suddenly instead of storm clouds and gray skies there was sunlight, flooding the earth. everything instantly was cast on with a golden ray. fairies flitted tree to tree, and jungle tigers slinked through the tall grass. a prince upon his white stallion pranced in an open field, and butter-yellow buttercups transformed into birds, winging about in innocent circles. laughing children and the scent of lavendar filled her senses as her own laugh echoed out.

the power of her imagination brought life to a dull world. she believed, and it was....