She stepped out the rackety front porch door, where she had a clear view of the rolling paines she called home. A rush of cool air met her, followed by the still, humid air that sat on the prairie this time of year. The few cattle in view huddled together near the wind break. Preparing for Spring to bring her wrath. She could feel the condensation on her bare arms, a chill shuddered down her spine. The pressure is dropping. The rumbles and clashes taunting her, she paused as the first drop hit her in the chest, thinking of the sound sleep she would get tonight.