Thunder and Lightning
The wind thrashes against the walls of my bedroom followed by the sound of clouds clashing together in the night sky. I wake from a dead sleep and I’m cold. The window is open; the dog is curled up under the blankets. I find the energy to move towards the window. The rain begins to fall and I can smell the moist air outside. When I approach the window, I begin to hear leaves rustling, like a rattlesnake warning off a predator. I can hear the rain falling faster and getting heavier. I see a crack in the sky and my room lights up in a blinding white light, just for a second or two. The leaves now sound like they are trying to break away from the branches that hold them up in the sky. With the trees bending in all directions I hear another clashing. This time louder and clearer. It begins with a short echo then continues to funnel it’s way around the sky in every direction aggressively getting louder until finally the sounds finds a barrier. Then nothing. Nothing occupies the skies, the rain dries. The trees rise and the clouds die. Leaving silent flickers of light in no order of time, just flickering bright awaiting their time.
