On a cold and dreary night in late September, there was a storm. This storm was like none other, pervading across city after and city and not stopping. It started with just a mild rainfall, sweeping throughout the land with no sound. Many weatherman called it off and thought it not be a threat, assuming that the worst had come. They were false. The rain continued to mist the cities, increasing in every given second. Minutes passed and the weather became worse, leaving pellets of water leaking out of the sky. Children began walking out onto the streets, playing in the puddles and dripping from head to toe with water. They ran inside with wet hair, smiling with glee. Hours go by like days and the rain now poured to the ground. Liquids rushed toward drains quickly, scared of being trampled by agitated feet. People drove cautiously home, anxious to see their children. Their car wind shield wipers were going haywire, oscillating like a ticking time bomb. Soon the sky turned black, warning others of a new arrival. Thunder crashed repeatedly, echoing across the nation. The roars of the predator shook houses and sent children frightened with nowhere to run. The sound caused dozens of small earthquakes, making houses quake and tremble from the ferocity of it’s grasp. The feeling of ears and body quivering caused dogs to howl and cats to run for cover. Animals prepared for doom, scattering to shelter and informing others of the disaster to come. The first lightning strike hit. It scattered trees and beckoned flames to join the excitement. Forests blazed under the eyes of many, reddening the dark night with red and orange… but the rain extinguished it. The second light of death hit, a streak of white near a farm house. Horses attempted to escape their pen, causing other wildlife to become rambunctious as well. Neighborhoods fell as the earthquakes destroyed buildings, the impact leaving only piles of rubble soaked in the rain. Another lightning strike hit a town, than another, and another… increasing by each minute. Parents counted the seconds to see how close they are to danger. 1…2…3….4…..5….6… BANG. Houses burned from the strips of light that hit their houses. People evacuated warily, exiting their house with tears reddening their eyes and blurring their vision. They lost family. Friends. Memories. All just because of one storm.
As night carried on into the early morning, the storm started to disappear. Lightning ceased to strike, bringing the sky only darkness; but that’s not always a bad thing. The thunder slowly calmed itself to a cub’s roar, frightening only a small infant. Soon the earth shivered no more, warming others up with it’s contentment. Angels ceased from their crying and left only water drenched upon the ground. Mud was formed across all the land, filling toddlers with laughter and parents with sorrow. Clouds dissipated and sent rays of the dawn glittering up from the sky. Sunshine filled the day as some people walk away from their broken houses. Bags in hand, they strode away from their torn home and to a new life.
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