Forgot yesterday, so here is something for both:
Lighting dashed white fire in the distance. I counted. One-thousand-one, one-thousand-two, one-thousand-three, one-thousand-four...Thunder rolled. It wasn't close yet. Minutes later, turning back to the clouds, I watched a white curtain descend over the thunderheads. Rain. Lots of it.
16-year-old girl. Living in real life during the day, and dream world at night. (Bit of fantasy here--just a way to play with two plots at once). Special talents: animals. Not necessarily what you call an animal communicator, but able to connect with them on an intuitive level. Easy enough in the dream world, but transferring it to real life? Not so fast.