It's coming down. It's gloomy. It sounds like bacon sizzling. I can smell the ocean. I hear thunder moving across the hills. Sounds like a giant is on the hunt for me. It's getting closer. A dark shadow passes over my car. I see reflections of the trees swaying in pools of water collecting on the ground next to me. My radio is tuned to a frequency where no station is and I can hear the crackle of distant lightning in the speakers. I find a long single hair on the headrest of the passenger seat where she once sat and said she would.