It heralded the wind and the rain and vicious lightening, then went on down the land in the dark night. I heard it go, rumbling across the land, becoming opaque. I knew lightening strikes were peppering the path as it went. Here they had been like bombs dropped through the wind and the rain. All life then wide awake cringed, anticipating each strike. Only the sleepless would have heard its sly approach. It had been so gentle coming across the plains until that first front of wind was heard in the trees. For it had started with some muffled thunder far far away below the land. Then in time a little closer. Then it was over the horizon and coming on. Lightening was then in the window, and shortly much louder thunder. Then blinding lightening, and instant crashing, and the storm was here.
I had been wrong in thinking this was one of those beautiful all night summer rains - the kind that drips from the trees and pitter patters in the driveway you hear through the ajar window in the upper house as you drift in and out of restful sleep. Outside sheet lightening illuminates the sky followed by angelic voices and clapping. Your repose is sweet because you awake periodic to know it and hear the rain.
No it wasnt this dark night. The bolts were dangerous, jazzed and rugged. Great shafts of electrical fire bounced off the earth. Spider legs crawled across the sky from the shafts body. All this cracked the dark wide open with a pronounced voice. It was beautiful to hear it go. But in the trial of the storm, ones free agency is suspended.
Brent
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