• Whenever I think of a funeral I picture a gloomy, overcast, or rainy day. People standing around the casket all in black, umbrellas open or close at hand. Whenever I think of a weding it is sunny and clear, perhaps partly cloudy, but there is always sunshine and happiness. It was the same for Catherine Greene. So why, she asked herself, standing by the window in her white flowing gown, was she watching rain clouds roll towards her wedding altar? The television had assured her that this day was supposed to be one of bright warmth. her computer had confirmed this. So why were there little wet flecks upon the pane? Catherine stood there, straining her eyes at the clouds; commanding them with her thoughts to disappear. The clouds, unimpressed, continued to tread foreward slowly, looking down upon the disgruntled bride-to-be with a collective frown. As her emotions wriggled around inside her Catherine tried to tell herself that there was nothing she could do. It was not yet time to begin the march, but at this rate it felt as if there would never be one. As soon as the thought had passed through her mind the rain . . .suddenly stopped. the clouds were still there, but it seemed to Catheine they were more grey than black now; less threatening too. Maybe there was still hope. Perhaps if they hurried, quickly finished up the seating and BOOM! A streak of lightning flashed towards the little hill upon which the altar stood and struck the single oak tree directly at its summit. Rain drops pattered on the glass as guests scattered to the nearest shelter they could find. Catherine turned away frome the window and sank into a chair, letting out a long, sad sigh.