The clouds broke over the mountains and light spread across the valley in beautiful sweeping motions. It was the moment that songs are made of and that are reserved for dramatic moments in the movies, but this wasn’t a movie.
“Come back you cowards!”
A figure raced after the retreating clouds.
“This isn’t over!”
No, a movie would have included an explanation for the figure running, futilely, after the departing storm clouds.
This is most definitely not movie.
Breathing In 