The sky sounds angry. War drums of thunder echo across the peaks. The dragon clouds growling and roaring. Brief and shocking flashes give the illusion of bright daylight against the encroaching evening.
There's a sudden rattle outside that draws attention to the window. It's raining like Africa. The sky is blacker than moonless midnight. A front row seat to the 'pocalypse.
As soon as it starts, the anger abates. The early evening sky lightens a little, a patch of clear can be seen to the west. Seems the 'pocalypse's been canceled. There's nine bean soup and Americana on the radio.
Loved this...you said it all in 100.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It was a truly righteous summer deluge.
DeleteI love when you get a storm. It seems like ours comes the day after, which would be magnificent.
ReplyDeleteI'm in the mood for an apocalypse.
According to local news outlets, the city got it far worse than us.
DeleteYou perfectly captured the storm scene here. Both the storm and its aftermath.
ReplyDeleteSuch a gifted wordsmith, you are. :) I could nearly feel the rumble...
ReplyDeleteAnd you are too kind. Thank you.
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