THE STORM
A storm rolls in from the west proceeded by beautiful clouds and welcome breezes. The temperature drops as the clouds move in closer, the blue sky becomes deeper and bluer around the towering thunderheads. The thirsty ground waits in anticipation of a welcome rain, not knowing what might be in store for all around. As the sun goes down and the wind picks up, the storm moves in for a closer look at our sleepy town. Just sitting there looming above the fields on the outskirts of town the storm builds up the strength to introduce it's self to us. First the dust blows in giving the once beautiful sky an eerie brown color. Letting us know it is time for us to turn the lawn chairs over and bring the animal in to the house. The rain starts to fall; at first is falls like a gentle mist, like that of a summer time lawn sprinkler. Then it starts to fall in torrents that look like sideways sheets. Before you know it the sky lights up with the first bolt of lighting that you know was not far away; because just as your eyes adjust to the blinding light. The clap of thunder cracking just above your house invades your ears. Over the rumbling of the thunder you can heat the rat-tat-tat of hail pounding the house just above your head, knowing that any second it may come through the ceiling. As the wind picks up momentum, the trees try to stand their ground and not go falling to the ground in one final thud. The grass blow as though the wind might pluck it from the ground with the ease a child would have picking flowers on a summer's day. The small hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the lights flicker out one finale time and the flashlight is no where to be found. Stumbling around on once familiar ground you find the flashlight right where you left it sitting on the counter top. Outside the storm rages on like a well choreographed dance, with the lighting and the thunder taking turns rambling your brain, and the rain playing with the leaves of the trees like a child playing with a toy piano. Eventually the hail stops, the thunder rolls in the distance and the lighting grows dimmer with each flash in the distance. Once again the rain gently falls upon the soaked ground. The crickets start their nightly serenade, joined in by the frogs tonight. The smell of rain fills the air and in the distance you can still see the storm that tried to beat the very life out of you and your home. As you look up to the once darkened sky and see the start that were hidden by a blanket of cloud shine brightly, you thank god, that you and your family are safe and ready to brave another STORM.
A storm rolls in from the west proceeded by beautiful clouds and welcome breezes. The temperature drops as the clouds move in closer, the blue sky becomes deeper and bluer around the towering thunderheads. The thirsty ground waits in anticipation of a welcome rain, not knowing what might be in store for all around. As the sun goes down and the wind picks up, the storm moves in for a closer look at our sleepy town. Just sitting there looming above the fields on the outskirts of town the storm builds up the strength to introduce it's self to us. First the dust blows in giving the once beautiful sky an eerie brown color. Letting us know it is time for us to turn the lawn chairs over and bring the animal in to the house. The rain starts to fall; at first is falls like a gentle mist, like that of a summer time lawn sprinkler. Then it starts to fall in torrents that look like sideways sheets. Before you know it the sky lights up with the first bolt of lighting that you know was not far away; because just as your eyes adjust to the blinding light. The clap of thunder cracking just above your house invades your ears. Over the rumbling of the thunder you can heat the rat-tat-tat of hail pounding the house just above your head, knowing that any second it may come through the ceiling. As the wind picks up momentum, the trees try to stand their ground and not go falling to the ground in one final thud. The grass blow as though the wind might pluck it from the ground with the ease a child would have picking flowers on a summer's day. The small hairs on the back of your neck stand up as the lights flicker out one finale time and the flashlight is no where to be found. Stumbling around on once familiar ground you find the flashlight right where you left it sitting on the counter top. Outside the storm rages on like a well choreographed dance, with the lighting and the thunder taking turns rambling your brain, and the rain playing with the leaves of the trees like a child playing with a toy piano. Eventually the hail stops, the thunder rolls in the distance and the lighting grows dimmer with each flash in the distance. Once again the rain gently falls upon the soaked ground. The crickets start their nightly serenade, joined in by the frogs tonight. The smell of rain fills the air and in the distance you can still see the storm that tried to beat the very life out of you and your home. As you look up to the once darkened sky and see the start that were hidden by a blanket of cloud shine brightly, you thank god, that you and your family are safe and ready to brave another STORM.