Golden Glade Not every cloud bears a silver lining

Thunder boomed ominously in the distance, the sky was tinged blue, like a bruise. Ayla had been tasked with keeping an eye on the tunnels, lest they flood, a duty she would carry proudly. She wanted to perform this task well, should she not, they may have a slight problem due to, you know, the flooding mountain. Rain had not yet begun, but she suspected that the heavens would open up soon, judging by the extremely humid temperatures and the occasional lightning that struck the ground in the distance. Her earlier estimate had been accurate, it was certainly a powerful storm, in the distance, the land blurred. She knew that this was rain falling to the north-west, and that the wind was blowing the storm right toward them. She stood, outside the tunnels and partway up the mountain, keeping a careful eye on the storm above the foliage.