The weather had turned hostile. The wind shrieked furiously, agitated by the rushing dark clouds that changed their bizarre shapes every few moments. The darkening twilight was momentarily bathed in light by the series of lightning, followed by peals of thunder. Suddenly it was raining heavily.
If she had come, I would have known it by the whiff of scent from her body. And the howling of dogs.
Was she letting me go on her fifth death anniversary? Setting me free to start a new life instead of clinging to the past?