A little writing

A little writing inspired by a Final Fantasy death scene: You tilt your head back, howling your agony to the Heavens. In response, the thunder crashes, the rain washing away the traces of blood. You think, "Can anybody hear me? Can anybody, anyone at all, tell you "Everything will be fine. I am with you now"? Exhausted, your body collapses back on the dirt ground. Your wet eyelashes flutter quickly like butterfly wings then stop.