[ WP ] Your powers only work in the rain .

The canal looked like a shimmering path of dancing light as the adjacent footpath made an almost inaudible crunching beneath her feet, the umbrella in her hand orchestrating a symphony as droplets thudded down against it. Any time a storm blew through town Susan could n't resist going out for a walk. 
 
 Winter was ending and the branches of nearby oaks were still bare, occasionally clacking together. She looked up, remembering a game as a child. 
 
 *Blow* she thought, looking at the branches. Nothing. 
 
 *Oh, Right* `` Blow'' she said allowed, addressing the tree. The wind picked up and the branches clacked together harder. She grinned. If that had n't worked she would have tried saying please. It was n't a real power or anything, it was just a guessing game. If it failed, you made up a reason as to why it did n't work and tried again. Simple really. 
 
 The crunching of the path grew louder. *Someone else*? Rain was generally a one woman show to her mind. But it sounded like they were jogging, running really. They'd soon be gone, no longer an unwelcome intrusion on her stage. Susan looked up and saw the man. *not a jogger* 
 
 He was running right at her. It was a narrow path, but she felt it. The shimmering canal mirrored a shimmer clutched in his hand. His hood was up, not unusual considering the weather, but it was a hoodie, not exactly rainwear. Susan was about to tell herself to stop being so paranoid... when he started to scream. Profanities destroyed the symphony around her, she could no longer hear the drops on her umbrella or even the crunching of the sandy path, and he was close. *clack* 
 
 She stepped back, lowering her umbrella in front of her for all the good it would do. *clack clack* 
 
 He crashed into her makeshift shield, bowling her over, but at arm's reach the shimmer, the *knife*, could n't quite reach her. *CLACK* 
 
 Susan realised she was silently screaming, her breath taken away from her in the collision. But who would hear her here? It was late in the night, the only lights the dim lamps on the other side of the water. *CLACK! * 
 
 She looked at the branches, flailing wildly in a wind she could n't even feel and quietly mouthed... `` help''
