In the quest of lost identity

The visions came at unexpected moments, catching her off-guard and filling her with confusion.

The area had endured weeks of incessant rain. Everyone felt thoroughly chilled. Raindrops endlessly pattered on the window. The claps of thunder sounded as if troops were bombarding the area. The dense forest echoed with the sound of falling trees. There were flashes of lightning. The slender trees dripped rainwater like sweats falling down a labour’s nose and cheeks on a scorching summer day. The nearby river raged ferociously.