Storm

It starts with rain.

Sometimes it comes slowly with a drizzle,

but this time,

it starts without any warning.

The rain drops from the sky

in powerful sheets

and the world lights up for a fraction of a second

bringing the power of the sky with it.

Lightning,

rain,

and thunder

alternate without a pattern

except for the occurence of thunder some time after lightning.

The sky,

an angry mess of beauty,

lets out the force of pressure

stress

frustration

until the rain slows

the lightning ceases

the thunder quiets

and the sky is calm.

Even after such a display of intensity

the birds start calling out to one another

the umbrellas fold up

and all is well.

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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