365--Day One 8/28/10

I am starting it.
Rules:
Six sentences every day.
If I skip a day, I have to start over again.
I only fail if I give up. 

The cold rain poured down her skin as the dark sky clanged above her. The old gravel lane she trudged down was coated with a thin layer of muck, which also covered the faded jeans that concealed her calves, as well as her old, well used combat boots. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as the onslaught of water from the sky turned into a suicide bombing as sharp, ice bullets. She continued o trek onwards, to house that only held shelter from the weather, but little else. The washed out gray form of gravel only added to the blandness of the road that surrounded her -- it's surrounds were a sickly brown fields, while almost any buildings in sight was a lukewarm color. She knew that down each turn, a bright farm house in a sky blue, or sunrise yellow, awaited, accompanied with a fire red barn, and a place of refuge. That was, all the turns, but one.